Poof* Take MY water

still breathing
entrails sewn
to the wall
of imposter submarines
art gallery of the grotesque
i dream salvador dali
billie holiday licking orchids
cursing her mother
christmas ornaments thrown
into the washing machine
gentle cycle please
someone is vacuuming
as the street narrows
to a vanishing point
my car won’t make it
to your apartment
i didn’t buy his pirogi
a raven haired murderess
wearing red lipstick
is black ribbon hanging candles
and crystalline skulls
from a street lit
ghetto tree
purgatory in cincinnati
religion was once
the morphine of the masses
but god is dead
so we found a new drug
in social media
a pre-cemetery
of faces in boxes
love, hate, anger, and annihilation
shuffled neatly into 140 characters or less
using language
as ugly as our lives
to keep us busy
the illusion of action
the illusion of freedom
we are happy toddlers with our toys
uncle sam wants you
in a place where you can’t cause any trouble
so diddle your tablet computers
swallow your pills
eat your synthetic meat
grow a little garden in the dust bowl
and please, die quietly
your cooperation is mandatory
and appreciated
i’ve purchased
a one way ticket
out of purgatory
so tired of looking through this glass
and listening to jefferson airplane
one pill makes you larger
the other undermines your soul
the men on the chess board are telling me where to go
i must consider interstellar suitcases
and unified plane traveling clothes
my time here wanes with each spring sunset
the remaining moments
spent snapping photographs
of gods and monsters at play
sitting beside the hookah smoking caterpillar i check my flight time
this rabbit hole has proven itself
a too far away world for me
this curious girl
who only wanted a spot of tea
and a bit of life giving bread
with the crusts sliced cleanly away
to hell with following less than punctual furry white vermin
i have my pocket watch
my pens and notebook
and what’s left of me
go ask this alice
after she’s survived it all