expulsion from the throat

it cascades down the front of your clothes like a river

snaking its way down to your feet, pooling like a puddle

drying up in the noontime summer sun. you remember

the narrator whose unreliable narration made it hard

to remember where in the story you were or what the

story was at all. you cough in fits as the day heats up

the inside of your car to unbearable degrees, burning

you as you sit down on hot leather. such petty problems

mark your life, nothing serious, all trivial with no sub

stance to make it worth the blood of your ancestry.

What else is new in these times? Everything turns a

round and round again and again, like a movie on

repeat but with the characters all changing clothes with

the times, changing slang to reflect the current youth

movements and times, an appeal to keep age away

but its not ever so easy. its never so easy for the

mother working several shit jobs to pay the bills

that she hardly ever makes while her children grow

distant and detached from her in the prime years

of their propensity for love. There is a root cause

for some problems. We are so obsessed with

diagnosing our ills and maladies, there is no health

anymore just heart break and insanity. Men losing

the bit that keep their gender rolls in check, adjusting

to new conditions which are opaque at best, at best

these are the worst outcomes that could befall them,

the roads are cracking in the road with chunks of

asphalt roaming free, leaving holes once the rain is

gone for the cars to bounce into and shock the

passengers in their seats while the driver shuts

off conversation with the turn of the volume knob

on the car stereo. all connections are new but they

are already frayed. frayed and no one has any

electrical tape to fix this dilemma. We have grown

past our modernity and added POST to it as a prefix

to indicate how far we have come along. We have

gone nowhere but for the place we have always been

dreaming in delusions grandeur, baited and sedated

the glass which fuses to our eyes, our eyelids never

even close now they just stand wide, in time our

evolution will do away with the need for eyelids,

we will dream with eyes wide open, sleep will be

a horribly comic joke and we'll learn to be like the

shark and keep moving keep moving keep moving

or risk dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, our eyes

bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding,

our hearts no longer beatingbeatingbeatingbeating

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