a NEW America(n): dream 5.
sensitive, manifest, worship the moon : the stars will predict : emotion
feelings aren’t facts : but I am : say my name : right : I decided what I am
join another group : feel heard : become the next belief
someone will pay for my transition : not me : I’m us now : I speak for everyone
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what are my problems? individual rights : nice housing : pretty pictures of my life
well… I can’t find a new wife : the last left to advertise her pussy for a bag
yours? on the other side : malaria : AIDS : mom went for water : died last night
well… my brother joined the fight : they’ll give him an AK : if he survives the raids
Nocturn
Despite reliving my waking nightmare every night, there was a peace beyond the fear. The crisp air pretended to whisper freshness, and the stars danced a calm melody into our march. We, like most of the pilgrims, believed there was a place to go. The truth of that didn't matter to me. I had to believe in something. It wasn't too reassuring that everyone described it differently, that the thirsty preached of cool waterfalls, the hungry of cornucopia. The broken, they mostly followed. Yet no matter how feeble, everyone had a special wish to cast. I began taking down the wishes on pages between withered leather. Some nights I wished I could draw it, could craft an image for others to hope upon. I tried to, dig for lines in my mind. My imagination fizzled too. Everything was blurry at night.
Obsession
I cannot be normal. I watch normalcy—visit the zoo—I am caged, watching the world meander towards predictable gatherings. I watch for the eye in the crowd that hides its empty in a sea of reflection: that shard of death slicing permanent. I glimmer on the surface believing that I could know the deeper side through a rift. Convinced to know you, that you, I cannot hide either.
Today, the future we could not predict: we have methods—immediate—to satisfy a replica of the one we want. The figment, chase the dragon, there is no drug more powerful than staring too long into perception. Perfect. Now. I see the past in every moment, too late. Falling, the vortex of the future I won’t have again. Another night, another manifestation, another chance to convince myself that our imagination is tomorrow. Another example from the small percentage, of luck, of anecdote. An example of what we can’t have… if we are to be unique.
The lazy Armageddon
The day the internet stopped working,
I think we all thought, "huh... that's weird." It was, we were right. I rode my bike to the Starbucks that morning. Didn't drink the stuff, but I knew it would be an accurate representation of the local buzz. People were gathered inside, too many people, spilling out to the efficiency-patio. Nobody ever really sat outside, despite the weather always being perfect. The zoo-of-a parking lot was built for efficiency too, for driving through. I never understood that. Brewing it at home had to be more efficient. Everyone knew it was cheaper. But I’m not qualified to judge how cities, or people, work.
a NEW America(n): dream 3.
i left my shoes behind : they won’t last : to fit who finds them next : kids knit those solesinsulate my bones : from creation : glue my edge : dependency is weaknessi can be happy without anyone : hoard : finite resources : distance from those : who suffer : to wrap you in a smaller worldconstructive dissonance : after allsofter softer soften.shhhh….God speaks with silence : the Devil whispersperspective is comforting : look away