cry more, solve less

free penniless propaganda. walk off the cliff and catch a limb. lost survivor with no-one left to listen to those stories. now alone has become a face in the crowd, and I'm more of a coward cowering that towering over disease. unease. you're welcome used to be easy. it used to just slide into place without much push-pull, no effort. exact location gps from spaceshot burned in the cylander of a bic pen. nip bottle shot fastened tight. ingite free nightly. the first time they tried to make everything right, the screen went out of focus for less than a second, long enough for our eyes to notice. brood in a boiled dinner pot. steam turns to sweat. our suicide stomachs teem with emotion. i lost my self esteem during my closet hideaways when the schoolbell rang. all the kiddies bobbled the lunchpails and we didnt have a nail to munch on. a home to pick apart. a bone from which to scrape meat. to gnaw on, pass the time. clocks dont remind me of my grandparents livingroom anymore. the ticktock blurred out and buried by the rumbling train tracks. if you can't measure, how do you know exactly how much of anything, at any given time. sleep in an excuse on your part, on your parrotsquawk pick apart. mumbling that which was spoken. reading into all these weekend flicks, all these bare-shoulder lovelust possibilities. please stop, pause for a moment, and listen to yourself bitch. it annoys me and the walls so much the paint behind the posters is peeling. peel eardrums. we all have problems and promises of playwrights that claimed they could solve them. solvent. solve less.