I have watched the human radio splinter, driven to schizophrenic anxiety by hollow screens, plagued by drama and brands that devour souls by the hour, moving subject matter around until faces become ghosts, evanescent creatures that roam the streets in search of eager victims
who cling to the anchors of capitalism, hysterical and bleeding for the next electrified lemon, the supernatural explosion, the elongated stream of endless soul-sucking submarines,
who savor the sound of sirens, intoxicating synapses with the rich man’s medicine and swim in pastel fantasies blind to the bleeding industry in the streets, the sugary sedatives, the magnetic potholes surrounded by decay, the cyanide butterflies
who name each other vicious, heartless, enumerated bullies sunken in freight without fonts,
who breathe in skylines, desperate to build mountains inside of New York, London, Paris, Tokyo, Mumbai, who throw themselves like wet paint against advertisements, hungry for bullets and starving for limousine embraces,
who hunt celebrities like serial killers in skeletal jeans while sipping on smoke tendrils of chai tea plucked from basement volcanoes,
who drive concrete blocks of static noise through university hallways at 4am, drunk on neon hallucinations,
who are afraid of themselves, who cloak themselves in borrowed captions, saturated filters and popular memes, suffering inside Apples, Androids, and Windows with no panes and beating their fists at the world when global despair screams at headlines, tragic in their painted empathy, a genocide for all to see.
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PoetryA series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.
