Sunday, March 30, 2014

Where is the place that I call

the stigmas
caught me in
industrialized culture, a
media operated
steam engine
with all the nuances
given to fear,
and guilty perfectionism,
and I'm trapped
over and over
in the American race
that hides
behind the curtains.

Society, where
marriage is a beautiful
trap,
children inherit debt,
drugs answer the question
and question the answer,
where wholeness comes from
outside
and acceptance from within,
where men are mongrels
and women are bitches,
where happiness is created
and somewhere in all this,
someone gets a new car.