Next

(May 29, 2017TheFeatheredSleep/ Source: Next)

99 percent click ‘next’

move on / lord knows / had it up to here with emotion and tell-all’s / give me some false with my cornflakes and a little fake juice

if you feel sad because nobody is listening, tune in

the record you play is scratched and everyone has upgraded to digital

their headphones drown you out truth-tellers / sorrow-spellers / drowned girls and boys

it’s their whim, their fancy, to inhabit the glory and the cavort

who taught you they wanted to hear about you?

those flashy egos who seek grandure, attention, praise, affirmation

do they place their hot hands on your grief? or pause and seek

anything but you

truth, it is said, doesn’t sell

honesty makes us tired

we want elixir, we need to be uplifted

read to me, tell me a bed time story with a happy ending and lots of pictures

in the news; photos are more popular in social media than words

says it all …

speak, speak no more

and if you do, ensure it’s after you take your pill

for you belong to the tribe of wonderment, nothing less will do

do not rent your heart online

do not display weakness or fear

whatever you do, don’t expose how it is

paint over / disguise / laugh / get pissed

and when you lay there feeling that sliced feeling in your gut

emptiness and her counterparts

when you bring the shards of glass closer

when you realize this is it, there is nobody out there

in this 7 plus billion world

less is more, more is less

how can we be so inhabited and so isolated?

do ghosts walk our lives with empty diaries?

the ones who crumple on their knees in the street

who picks them up and who hurries past?

with scorn written in their jowls

more and more we hang our heavy hearts

in places of silence and neglect

the pegs of our support, thin of reassurance and tenor

more and more we lose our truth in betrayal

and counter attack

until like a game, like a digital effect

we are not real, we are chess without hands

our feelings so siphoned and lost

they exist beyond us

it’s only when we feel the edge of the ledge

staring down into leaden rivers

then we know it’s all a joke

this idea we’re doing anything of worth

and the words you suffocated

trapped in throats like unhawked phlegm

never to be spat

what would they if they could, say?

please

don’t walk away

please

listen hear me

please

need someone who is not perfect

please

feel

something

the girls who have friends

standing with gymnastic straight backs

smooth waxed hair and plump cheeks

talking over cigarettes, turned on by a switch

everything is different

until a man enters the room

all eyes flash in unison

he has power

the girls prioritize the phallus

the boys are drinking fluoridated water cutting off their

reproduction

soon sexless frogs will spawn harpies

would it be so wrong if

we stopped now

at the cusp of our cruelty

died out before another era came, crueler still …

dominating fickle lay of shivering wasteland

another creed, another judgement

the Mormons are the largest expanding faith in America

do your research acolyte, then ask yourself

progress? Really?

who progresses when others are held back?

feet on backs of the fallen, that’s the way they roll

with tarnish set on high

we are the crushed on whom aniseed devils inherit kingdoms

sometimes I don’t care anymore

I just want to get into a boat and leave the shore

sail away to something of Huckleberry Finn

I understood him and his penchant for solitude

it wasn’t hate it was necessary isolation

from the wear and tear of jitter-bug humanity

gagging at the hurtling fense

with their sharp and mercilless claws

step down falsehood

let the wild hare, the quick footed fox

take over

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28 thoughts on “Next

  1. I wrote this on ‘HijackedAmygdala”

    A massive powerful hit and gold.

    I related a lot to this line:

    “If you feel sad because nobody is listening, tune in

    the record you play is scratched and everyone has upgraded to digital”

    In my neck of the woods…I feel alone but at the same time…I’m not alone.
    Though everyone seems distracted by their upgrades…nobody seems to want to talk or make any conversations about anything.

    That is what makes me feel alone.

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      1. I do too…I’m being serious…I really want us to be near. I want to be a brother to you and take care of you and talk about life, family, poetry, art, books, etc…etc…

        It is frustrating but I know one day will be living near…I can feel it. 🙂

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      2. I agree fate will bring us together. 🙂

        Say, did you read my text?

        The last lines you wrote on our collaboration. Was that the ending? or was I suppose to finish it with an ending?

        Let me know…I love you sis. 🙂

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  2. There is so much going on here… the line from the comfort of strangers and the anti humanism of the last section which is something I also think about reminds me of De Sade…. the death of forty million is of less important that the death of a single blackbird…the world would still turn without us. Brilliant my friend

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    1. so true about the world turning without us, I become obsessed with the idea in that way most seem to graviatate to the cleansing notion of a world sans people. It’s not a hatred of people but of what humanity does, although much is beautiful, more is tainted. It’s a dual dance of repulsion and the unbearable lightness of being isn’t it? Hence why both books/films matter so much to me.

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      1. The horror of becoming… animals just are, their nature is their nature, whereas we are possessed of a collective death wish and a huge arrogance. Without us the world would still turn and nature would take its deadly uncaring course.

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      2. JG? I was out off by Crash it was clearly an interesting erotica but I felt totally furious at him, a la Suskind Perfume or even, American Psycho, I mean, when is too far just too far versus too far and worthy? But it could be my feminist sensibilities drowned it out.

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      3. Did you miss my whole serious of posts about J.G. i will send you the links and maybe i can persuade you to give him another chance (maybe not Crash though) or at least we can argue about him.

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