Poem: Live Feed

Squash that bug
until it’s roof is my shoe
Let it go. Let it live a little while longer.

comfort me in my death
I will need an umbrella made of steel
massage my muscles until
they return to tense.

Sing me a rose petal- fantasy
Need that the most these days.

Eat cereal and milk
Eat slaughtered everything.
Consumers of the excessive
Drink until it’s forgotten.

Remember. No!
Stubborn runs in the family.
Choose to shun kids in cardboard
their pot bellies swell as if
to think they’re ripe. Forgotten. Again!

All I can do is smile grin
laugh. joke.
Maybe take a moment out of silence
for seriousness.

It never flows like the travel channel’s
water channels.
Always a better, House, Car, clothes, Ring.
When do we brag about a better Planet Earth?
A more moral society?
Philosphy is as important as
going up for air.

I drink water. Why?
It’s nutritional label is still blank.
Tastes of aluminum alloy.
Another gallon please.

psssssssssst. i have a secret. i found a better earth. no joke. so much better…everyone morphs according to what they want to be and money grows on trees but people use them to wipe instead. no money needed.

you want to come? i’m only inviting you. first i need your credit card information. then social security (if you’re american). and lastly, you have the shed the skin of cynicism.

Sounds like a ‘nice’ advertisement…“Secrets work well among 3’s when two of them are buried.”

Why bury only two when you can bury the whole village of surviviors?

–lhw

Homie don’t play survivor izland with secreters