the truest
expression
begins
with

sur|render|ing

a tearful
acceptance
every electrical
impulse pushing
your entropic
meat suit
/is/
simply(that)

falling into
these pools
skinless
abandoned by
godhopemother
a voracious
slug squirming
consumingendlessly
giving nothing

art is
shitsmearedby
toddlers on
god’s pant legs

a negative sum
the faded tattoo
of a butterfly
sunbaked into a
mannequin with
tattered wings
reminiscent of
yet another fucking
rorscharh of your
parents fighting

mysoulshudders
charlatans selling
cancer calling it
the cure
the be all end all
another in a long line
lingering like polyps
insidious growths

$freedomisntfree$
it’s a (slogan)
anotherwhitelie
{drop out of school
burn down an orphanage
dodrugs(allofthem)
theonlyacceptable
illusionisthedelusion
you decide to accept}
(we shed the pieces
of ourselves which
don’t fit whichever
narrative fits
the latest self
manufacturedmisery
we pretend to overcome
cast them into the
depths to infiltrate
our every pore with
microaggressions)

you can lead a poet
to water but can you
articulateadequately
theintricaciesofchaos
inthesunlightrefracting
prismatic doomthistle
as comets streak icy
teardrops across eternity

can you at least
spare some change?
pretty words(it turns out)
are as useful as
diarrheaonawaterslide*