Bugolgi Apparatus

Have you met my needs? I was there in line and bad voice spoke to me I’d order the extra bacon  even though it meant   shaving minutes off of my life and the planet’s  I couldn’t care less at that moment it was the only pleasure available  before I had met you  and now we spend our days and nights in all sorts of blister and tetra packs in my apartment in your underwear and we rub each other fast enough  to erase any memories of happier times when we were younger  and we never had second thoughts about looking beyond our desires

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Plans “A”, “B”, & “Z” You’ll be very successful  We’ll live on Park Avenue Our children will have famous friends We’ll become rich helping others I’ll work as a waiter; you're a social worker We sometimes see our kids Even the one in trouble Our parents will help us out You’ll hit him with the rock  I’ll stab him with the spear We’ll have enough meat for the winter His skin will make us gloves 

we rely on friends to be family and then after they leave we're left with only the kindness of strangers  despite everything behind our eyes in a split second we realize you're a part of me I'm some of you  before the fear  split us in two we make a gesture we remember  the kindness of strangers the body next to me the one across the way the crowd in front of me ones on display you and me full of pain and the ecstasy that awaits as strangeness comes into view

It's one-sixteen out the cars are starting to melt people walk into the supermarket AC takes you down by a power of ten there's nothing to be said about the wealth of goods on the shelf hunter gatherers  couldn't imagine how four corners of the world could get so bent coffee from Colombia  beef from Japan paper towel from the Amazon  corn from the heartland  all go into the cart of people very well-fed living inside of luxury boxes behind iron fences I get their animal natures  I see how they're scared making political choices from  reptile parts of their brains

drugugly got this little habit  it won't quit  addicted to my roof food and bed nothing against homelessness  I envy it  one day I'll kick this habit straight in the head it's that middle class feeling clinging to my clothes  sense of privilege and some childhood photos middle class feeling won't let go  despite evidence to the contrary that it never was drop bombs over there weather's never been the same  friends have all changed  faces and names  you've got plenty of news  none of it good  yet you still refuse  to blow up the world that middle class feeling clogging your pores clinging to ambitions it's no good  middle class feeling tickling your nose  in all those ads  in your friends' photos

Airports   All the love ambition  Prejudice and hurt Everything processed through  What we've seen felt done and heard All the imagination Incarceration and rebirth We carry the history In our unspoken attitudes  Body language assumptions And sense of rectitude We're never above it It's never far away, I'm sure Each time I'm in public  I'm reminded of this dependency The needs of the many The rights of a few All are required to be processed Through an eight-year old's point of view