relied upon institutions bastardized by a revolution of technology, masses conjure their imaginative egos pretending to have put in the time
fooling you, they’re real
paradise, long gone
sweet steven priest wrote a new song
i’m tricking myself that this poem, however long, contends with hughes, whitman, and what’s that haniel?
validation was cast in the lake of credentials, genuine appeal and voice discovered, developed and verified by the dirt under your nails, sunken eyes framed by the denial that everything is ok
they’re just as real
i’m not the bash brothers containing my accomplishments with new blood juice, i’m letting loose the noose and finding an excuse to keep emitting emotion into an atmosphere of nobodies pressing ‘likes’, dismissing the possibility that i might have ‘something’ here
who wants to go first?
out on a limb
can’t cling to ironies ease, cackling, waiting for silence to assure you’re not alone when moments seized in the breeze of another’s sneeze and you said something
don’t bless me
dismiss me as a hack
i don’t have a name?
selfish flying in internet space we ego-righteously claim it couldn’t be
moving pictures of animal interactions are easy to digest
i’ll keep making meals lactose thick
i want you to hear me when i come out
contemplating a new page in this digital age, no one will define good for you
unless you join their monthly club
you made your box
now die in it