People Watching
I don’t know what
anybody wants
they look at you
and lips start to move
and you fall for
any sort of touch
after a day of staring
at the screens of fools
and it feels good
as the novelty doesn’t stop
spaced as it between
the demands of the world
you could really make
some sort of love
with pieces of broken dreams
and the money you took
Inches
this itch
you can’t reach
you try to scratch
you fall on your back
at least
it’s the sort of pain
you can try to treat
with tiny pills and your hands
will the art make amends
I can’t forget all the stings
you bring new things
into my plans
I pick them up
too late
now the table
has been set
Instructions on the inside
I’m exciting
I know this from
empirical research
I react to everything
I don’t remain inert
exciting
with no off switch
I make every second count
even when
you don’t wanna hear it
I eat boring for breakfast
and shit magic
I brush my teeth with rules
and guess what happens
of course I work
for a large bureaucracy
with a plastic spoon
against concrete
I’m inviting
you to join me
you see through my signaling
you know I’m lonely
I’m offering
a life of service
I can double your dilemmas
satisfaction guaranteed
Nobody has what everybody wants
you sound like everyone else
somehow this comforts yourself
as if your job for the mob
was to make reality make more sense
to hide scars under make-up
to make the criminals look so tough
to give traction to the thought
no one needs to ever wake up
nobody has what everybody wants
some people say “thank god”
desires and necessities compete
for the passion you have and your energies
nobody has what everybody wants
the chance to figure themselves out
in a limited time with limited funds
and a premium put on the young
your other half you’re better than
a myth to feel complete
searching for yourself in someone else
under ten-thousand sheets
this mode this paradigm
this load things in your mind
controlled explosions
expertly timed in the night
