your modern life consists
of the destruction of feelings
by taking pills each day
to prevent your daily existence
from satiating with
teardrops.
you come undone when you go
deeper into the movies of your mind,
stepping across the frozen boundary of time
you fade into your past to the empty bedroom where
you’re waiting for mother to call you for dinner.
try and sing a soothing song.
the charm of your voice readies for
action till the kiss of no one’s lips
falls upon your forehead
right between your eyes,
chanting your mantra
with a closed throat
gasping for air
in a cloud of smoke.
on a new day you rise
and discover it’s a sunny one,
so you fake a bigger smile
brush brush brush those teeth
shower real clean eat a bagel
do the whole daily routine
then come home to fancy furniture
to find your bed unmade
and take a quick long nap.
in your nightstand you have diamonds
for generations and in your thoughts
you have grating noises like the buzz saws
used to slice the fine timber that built
your big respectable home;
in your heart your have cynicism
and in your soul you have a black dot
growing larger each day like a
tiny globule of pus readying to burst.