The world is full of fuck, so fuck it all.

Fermented beneath overgrown mounds of earth rising like ancient crypts of the sun

and while looming palms line the highway like manicured streetlamps

erect in the majesty of their phallic order-

American perversion taking the world by storm.

A child wonders at their father

‘Does everyone feel this disgusting?’

The pederast reading scripture

or the chain smoker coughing hysterically into the obits?

Nervous murmurs of tepid thoughts

making their way through shopping malls with vacant stares

masked behind credit card blinders.

Outside

rusty chain-link fence surrounding a fortune 500,

The richer they are the cheaper they feel,

I can’t wait to put in my resume.

Junky preaching the glory days of smack on the corner of 52 south,

nervously chewing his fingers then hungrily lapping

at the blood spilling from their wounds

while the sky’s anger subsides into a quiet winter’s grey.

A fat man passes the bus stop

slouched within the steed of his laziness and wheezing for breath as he rounds the corner-

the equivalence to running in a chair.

Old world religions clinging to their waste

Kurt Cobain wannabe’s, and everyone’s a veteran on veterans’ day.

Middle-aged speakers hang in a large ventricular sky,

mute-

resembling old television sets quietly reserved for seniors on geriatric night

who descend further into the back with low,

sullen eyes

unable to carry a suspecting truth which has left them terribly bent-

heavy with nostalgia-

and whose voices cackle accusations of events forever burned into their hearts.

—-Jonathan Renfield