Tell Me Again That I’m Lazy

I cannot place the source
But the smell of circuitry melting down
Is unmistakeable and ever-present
In this seven-o-seven-square space
Nestled in with some sixteen
Similarly laid private lives
Clawing at bare brick
To get out, get out, GET OUT

The mark-up repetitiously rubricating
Hues varied diversely from egg-shell to asylum
As, in our turn, we come home
Mindlessly scrawling individually worded versions
Of the same hymn in ceaseless ritual
On over-coated sheet rock
With blood-nubbed proximal knuckle shards
Jutting out from maimed and ground meat mitts
Until we mercifully bleed out
Dropping like flies
For the most part

Dreaming in the break of our epileptic fits
That we could be one of the lightning children
To escape this way-station
This dumping ground
For the dead end
Dwindling middle lower and lowers
Blinking out, joined to our predecessors
Like the dreggy last embers
Of the campfire of prosperity
A greed-drunk 60-something pissed all over
Before it even had a chance to peak

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About Moly

Average, boring, self-involved human. Twitter: @CultOfCocktails Facebook: facebook.com/MolyTov
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One Response to Tell Me Again That I’m Lazy

  1. katiereablog says:

    This is a beautiful piece of writing. Thank you for sharing it with us. I can completely relate to it. I am following you so that I can read more.

    Liked by 1 person

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