February 10th

A Poem by addisone

I was a teenage rebel high on free time badly spent, I did all of my dying on my own time.

I saw Jupiter approaching from the outlines of my eyes, as the sun shined with rage towards earth.

Humans bruising beautiful gardens trampling autumn with bulldozers and shovels. The upheaval the struggle so appealing to balance this bubble of humble humans searching for either love, sex or violence.

Or buying appliances to improve their lives and desires never reached but a popped dream laid on your back in the middle of the street hoping the end is a rubber boot weighing two tons of advertised safety and quality.

Suicide in a small release capsule, oh what wonders drugs do for you; and then when I woke I was asleep on the floor, asleep in my dreams.

'I said asleep in my dreams?'

Isn't that the irony of sleep, you can still die and sleep in your dreams but no good ever comes of it.

The irony of self induced awareness that everything bad is happening at once, when really your heart rate has just exceeded an abnormal range because you forgot where you left a certain item that is very dear to you.

Passing flashes of people particles trailing behind their ever flowing bodies in the sea of society, everyone looks like someone you've seen before.

Copy machine printouts, hung up like flyers for missing people you don't care to know where they are.

Thousands of wasted trees for mail that everyone receives but throws away immediately, like buying fresh fruit and dropping it off at the dump on your way home.

I let 150 dollars worth of food rot in my refrigerator once.

I don't know I why I couldn't bring myself to touch a single thing I had hand picked out for my taste buds to enjoy.

As if I wanted to see just how bad things could get, I crawled inside the appliance and rotted with my spent money.

Now bills won't get paid, and someone's job will be to find out why.

The reason will be nothing more than I chose to rot with the things that I bought then to continue to buy seconds off of my life with high priced cardiac arrest, heart stopping sodium pumping, mind dulling crap that you wouldn't give your children but expect money to fall from my pockets happily to keep the system working properly.

Everyone is happy because they are getting paid, everyone is happy when they are dying from their spending.

Everybody is just happy to have something to do.

-addisone

© 2016 addisone

Author's Note

just everyday thoughts

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Coyote Poetry

Realistic and honest thoughts. I liked them.
"Everyone is happy because they are getting paid, everyone is happy when they are dying from their spending.
Everybody is just happy to have something to do."
The above lines are true. In the end we accept less and old wishes become lost. Thank you Addisone for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote