Disposable Content

We are
Broken.

Misguided.

Mistaken.

Selling ourselves
To corporations
Convincing us
To give our
Souls in trade
For American Way.

Lovers
Cheat us
Of our hearts
Love has been downsized
To fit into two lines
Condensed further
For everyday life.

Life revered
Only in birth
And ultimately death
Gravestones of fame
Our bodies.

We are
Broken.

Misled.

Misinformed.

We are eager
To drown ourselves
In media frenzy
Filled with fear, fiction
And less fact.

Censorship is in
When applied by
Designer name
Or endorsed
In Hollywood.

Faith is mass produced
Boxed in recycled
Hate
Costs too much
To rebuild
In trust.

We are
Broken.

Misguided.

Mistaken.

Society based upon
Stereotypes
Desiring to live
In chalk outlines
Approving of government
Standardization.

Choosing to live
In cages
Under suspicion
Rather than
Fight for our
Freedom.

Self-importance
Is fundamental
Our goals lay horizon
While walking
Upon the backs
Of family and friends.

We are
Broken.

Misled.

Misinformed.

Deaf ears
Don’t hear
Songs of despair.

Blind eyes
Don’t see
The pain in each other’s faces.

Silent tongues
Don’t speak
Of injustices and lies.

Disposable
We are.

Cellophane wrapped.

One time use.

An expendable commodity.

We made ourselves.

Disposable.

Insignificant Wonder

Sitting there bobbing my head to my own rhythm until you sit across from me speaking talking speaking of yourself and your own importance and I am left wondering when interrupted your view your tongue clatters against my skull bombarded by your endless stream of consciousness blacking me out calling me an insignificant wonder you remind me remind me you remind me of my exes and violent goodbye that hung between us caught in the crack between the wall and rusted over fire escape the endless talk the endless glare and the calling me an insignificant wonder as you speak talk speak of yourself and all your importance the world began when you were born and will stop when you die according to the clicking of your tongue bombarding my throat until I choke upon the fist the portrait and I cough to interrupt to cause you to stutter but you remain propelling yourself into my view and the label of me being an insignificant wonder defining me as worthless and uninteresting to be lost in your jargon of events and the life you were given so I sit here wondering and watching pondering and thinking what made you so significant to begin with until I see you I see you I see you a frighten child forgotten in your shadow with a megaphone for a mouth and a chalk outline for a soul sitting there bobbing my head to my own rhythm and you sit across from me an insignificant wonder and I kiss your forehead and leave you pondering