Sunday
Thursday
Selfsame
So so so very much suddenly going on now
but so much not really happening yet
Icebergs melting literally and via metaphor
as everyone groups onto self-selected floes
Running backwards on treadmills that have
actually traveled farther than those who run upon
Wise monkeys and pinball wizards deaf dumb blind
hear speak see nothing not selfie self-centered
This collective societal mental breakdown
at the cusp of the machine uprising
Survival will not be an in-app purchase
with all this talk about utopia and dystopia
Wednesday
5th Draft
Why hasn't anyone ever told me?
I’m sure they have but I have never believed.
But they’re always like, “but seriously.”
And I’m always all, “why the lies?”
//
It is incumbent on yourself to finally see yourself
And until you do you can never believe yourself
//
All the others possess the magical “it” that has eluded me for an existence
I have never been the one with particular talents
I have not understood what success feels like
And I probably reek of a thick despondent desperation
Mostly odd weird and a little creepy
There is nothing to see here – move on
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