Somebody had to figure it out
Somebody had to figure how many rumble strips
One needs to run over
Before it would be of no use
And you go careening into an intersection
Eyelids shut
Air making good on the windshield
The dream exits

Dead fly on my January window sill
Your legs still twitch at the sun when it pulsates
As if the sunlight still awakens the receptors
In what we would call a brain

Laying down on what we would call the back
Looking up at the ceiling
No real pain appears
You just mechanically twitch

As you were supposed to die months ago
When winter would heave its gout
Instead this artificial environment
Slowly kills you

43. A piece about two creatures, of whom one is normally prey to the other. 4 pts.

I think I know what this poem means
Unless it means something else
How could it not
Mean something

All this searching

Or not

This poem is meaningless
Just a bunch of letters spaced together to form words
I mean the meaning is obvious
That it has no meaning

This is what I am telling you
Direct-like
This poem has no meaning
It should not register in your day
You should be as blank now
As is the page you are staring at

@Roadkill_Spatula

The best courage is ignorance
Like a solitary pigeon
Watching a glorious sunset
Atop a skyscraper

If only then to pretend to know
What it means

I have been trying hard
To kill poetry
As if it wasn't dead

Wait for
simple in action
simple inaction

This is a poem that contains no deep metaphors
No deep level of meaning
I mean what I say
And I say what I mean
Why complicate it
In an era of complication
Metaphors were made for 1950
When access was limited
Information scarce
If I sound jaded
I assure you I am not
This isn't fiction
It is fraction

I am direct with you because I am devoid of creativity
And originality
I am not selling anything
Just wasting time

I cry at the sound of ambient music
Like there is something bigger I am missing
Unable to focus
And only able to entertain
me brain
I hop from one source of enjoyment to the next
Thinking somehow this'll all end soon
I'll have to get off the ride and pay my twenty nine cents
While trying to counteract the crusshing weight of the day above

You know it used to be different
Not that I actually know
We used to have one ideal and thing were pretty
straight forward
We were pragmatic and most information traveled slowly
Everyone's opinions weren't important
There was an unsorted Eisenhower mass
Mass
Political parties were
well
pretty much the same
All this nostalgia I don't have

We have no idea what we are doing
We don't seek to understand
We say we do
But understanding requires some submission
And the stakes raise with emotion
Because we might lose it
The nostalgia we don't have

'They who can give up essential liberty
to obtain a little temporary safety
deserve neither liberty nor safety'
-Benjamin Franklin

You can't really trust someone
Full of Pride
I really wish you could
Something about absolute power corrupts
Or something
It is hard to tell
All I know is that
Someone full of pride
Has their self at the forefront
of everything they do
And that self will take the brunt of any blow
Thus in order to continue existence
Something needs forfeited
Yeah yeah
Pride goeth before the fall
And you have to push pretty hard
To get them to the cliff
You really can't trust someone full of pride

I still need to sow my wild oats
because
I spent all my younger years

sowing wild oats

She was genetically engineered
To live longer

And nothing else