Discombobulated Particles, Sentient Heat

Modernity and it's impact on the human pysche

"Discombobulated Particles of Sentient Heat"

We are discombobulated particles of sentient heat
flowing through the brain stem of infinite confusion
replaying the reality of dead memories:
Shadows
Mimicking
Shadows

Gazing into Narcissus' mirror we see
only the reflected shimmer of
a shiny, cellophane existence.
Love is distilled from fields in Silicon Valley
and drips from drunken mouths
in busted sentences
of dejected
slang.

If I could I'd throw myself,
label and all, onto modernity's curb,
burst into shards of glittered glass,
and still be more whole than this,
this fever-dream
of splintered
doubt.

The garbage men come on Tuesday.
By Friday I'll be just another
shot glass waiting to be emptied.
So tell me anything,
just don't make a sound,
try an shoot me to the moon
when I'm shit-canned
drunk,
face first
in the ground.