Your words are saturated
with psychic lesions
billions of impressions
of a marketing driven
global quest for romance
built on some imaginary ideal
accompanied by senseless need
all the people who feed it
with cybersex
as if you could fill the void
with a stranger’s mess
used at best like a bong
to take a hit off
a fix close enough
to love
for those who’ve
never known more

what’s really sexy
isn’t between my legs
but in my head
the rest is filler
one pair of tits or another
what’s the big deal
its just chasing sensation
to its ends
for some imagined reward
an orgasm a whispered I love you
it’s all just going
in one direction
with one foot in the grave
age decay death

we live this ridiculous
contrived treasure hunt
for happiness
as if there were a mountain top
we could climb
plant a flag
and claim all the damn happy
that belongs to me now
so take that world
neener neener

the bias is exposed nakedly
by the raw diversity
so many millions
so many voices
so much pain and need
chopped pieces of psyche
madness wrapped in lingerie
everyone feeling they
must reject
must accept
all blindly posting
wants dreams hate anger
without seeing the strings
pulling every impulse
the new social media machine
feeding addiction
ignorance blurring judgment
but what if the real
nitty gritty
authenticity
is the layer in between
the sandwich of hope and fear

your taste buds fried
with a sensorial scantout
after so much fast food
porn violence narcissist
feeding frenzies
your sight is burned
with an instagram filter
of over exposed
densely saturated colors
photoshopped emotions
posed to perfection
to the point that you can’t feel
or taste anything else
and yet the loneliness
slithers hungry beneath
deep within the belly
seeking relief