The Outside Inside

“See you soon!”

Social tentacles

F**k it

You want everyone to know

Where you go

Even though

You bite your tongue

At the thoughts that could shatter an illusion

It’s all bullshit

Just for the likes, bitch

I’m a nihilist

You want to fight me?

You can’t resist

There’s a blockade

Of the normal

Forcing you into a persona

A common coma

You want to punch me

Instead of smiling

Just do it

The force will be refreshing

What am I kidding

We’re all friends right?

We’re all so tight?

Gripping tight to the seats

Of the screening of our lives

Guess what?

There’s no plot

There’s only filler

And most of it is bad filler

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Friday Pantoum

One day I will know
Or perhaps I won’t care
Spider webs don’t glow
The people just stare

Or perhaps I won’t care
I watch myself talk
The people just stare
Teeth become chalk

I watch myself talk
Spider webs don’t glow
Teeth become chalk
One day I will know

Out There

Sixteen years in the cracked skin sun
Spewing out curses and pointing a gun
Red dust on her cuffs and flies up her nose
High from the bong made with the garden hose

Sick of heat an’ rust an’ burnt up grass
Good for nothing Father and his lazy ass
Drunken Mother who’s hardly at home
Nagging Nan never leaving her alone

Out there, everybody had a problem
The inability to leave the boredom
The subsequent irritation and regular abuse
Hitting the casino and hitting the booze

The cycle went on like the summer months
Despite her hopes and nightly stunts
Sneaking out to fade like the moon
Only to be caught like a stray and beaten til noon

She sent a reckless bullet to a cawing crow
That took off laughing at her hardened face below
Unsure if she intended it to die
Or just wanted to see it flee to the sky