And How We Are Slaves

Our Heart

O, things that sparkle
O, things that glitter
O, things that shine like glass bottles of liquor

How they flit, angels beneath our eyelids
Dead, false prophets singing in silence
Phantom spirit songs, selling what I wish
Plastic apparitions, razors at our fluttering mindlessness –

Eyes so sensitive, certain metallic euphoriant,
bejeweled, dazzling handcuffs for the souls, the souls we are at war within

Trade a lost Rolex for a lost love
The glamorous glimmering things, the things we lock onto ourselves,
Affectionate diseases of affect bequeathed us like molten sewage to feed from,
And we need some!

O, how we need some and all of it all to stall the gnawing in our jaws,
These glinting knife prizes to pry open our non-resolve as our resolution,
Our solution to avoid the poison of becoming involved in the hearts of us,
These fucking hideous beautiful things and how they mock us into inanimate sawdust

O, how they torment our feeble eyes
O, how they slake our hearts’ thirsts
O, how they lie, how we let them lie

Exchange a hunk of metal content,
Slaves overtaken and overpowered by twinkling nonsense,
Satan will be waiting in a cavern, laughing hysterically, vomiting diamond encrusted non-men…

One response

  1. “Affectionate diseases of affect bequeathed us like molten sewage to feed from,
    And we need some!”

    “These glinting knife prizes to pry open our non-resolve as our resolution”

    love this Alex ;^)

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