Drugs

Drugs

Everyone in this place
Must be on drugs
How else could they 
 Stand these indignities

Only this accounts
For the lack of love
Feelings must be
Encased daily

Every day a man
begs for bread
In a car of people
Well-dressed, well-fed

Not a single person
Crosses his palm
He's us and we
Can't give a damn

Everyone escapes
High on themselves
Too tired to confront
This vicious reality

It's in and out
Of our hands
Lost in mirrors
Ending madly

Wild

Wild

I had a feeling
you were wild

but I never thought
you were with it

I bet you preferred
to hide it at times

wishing to
kill it

as it tried

to fuck your professionalism
I noticed

it’s the only thing
keeping you alive

when you come
to think of it

everything you do
the rest of the time

is just a form
of accounting

Bad Art

I learn so much from bad art.

Vestigial Tales

Vestigial Tales

Lost when you
Become an adult

What you could tell
Your younger self

Some feelings
You can't even spell

Leaving their marks
Without a pause

It's colder inside
Than it is out

You're left with
Vague suspicions

And drowned meanings
Still haunted by what

You thought
You'd become

Nice

Nice

You speak several languages

Earn more than my parents

Cause a lot of damage

Living many lives

Despite three mortgages

And your achievements

You're not a happy person

And there's so little time

To be nice 

To find where love's hidden 

To give without getting

Permission

To be nice without hope

Of being a winner

To find the something

Missing in your interior

Cynicism's easy 

But it's not charming

You get defensive

I know you're hurting

To see the worst in people

To always know how it ends

To feel superior when

It comes to facts

It leaves an emptiness in you 

That continues to expand

But to be nice

To leave it behind

To think twice

Taking heart over mind

To feel light

Free of the burdens 

Pressing down

On everything around you