listen.
i consider myself a very reasonable man
maybe one with questionable goals
and an inability to find sleep...
but still a man nonetheless.

in between the static of a dismantled television
and the stuttering shitstorm radio
i need not ponder over my belligerent ways
or taking modern crooks by thier grubby hands
onto their pitiful and longwinded death
before they drag us all down with them

as to why i did end the flickered tube
flashing faces and neverending information
and that hand set mind fuck
spewing garbage and filth
day in
and day out
look beyond youre need for entertainment
and find some better way to waste away
just try.
read between the lines
before youre stuck between the barcodes
of god awful beauty products
and dick enlargement pills
yes.
white noise cures the common cold
clear your ears
of the nonsense sunsets they burn into your skull
those fucking naysayers and their get rich quicks
always got an answer flushed down with grime
the kind of mindless jingles you know by heart
terrible and confident that youre brain is washed
so very clean
please
i'm not the sovereign saint of all that's quiet
but even i can tell you there is no cure for silence.
wade past the sewage and siphon out the gold
all i'm saying is
listen.

chipped beaks raised sky high
saluting my hunger
day by day i learn the same things
that our stomachs remain angry
and patience is such a tease
looking up towards white
light fixtures sputter god
am i dreaming?
this comfy cloud
these conscious legs
just keep flailing about
down the viscous ground.
these wings weren't made just to wait my turn
tell me, whens it my time to rise with the sun?
modern comfort splurged on generous quills
these tempered twigs aint no harpstrung heaven.