the-cigarette-poems:

Cigarette Poem #25

We speak in #hashtags,

I speak in parables,

You speak all the words I never want to hear.

I zone out.

Transition my thoughts to #hashtags.

Every bit of information collectively at once.

She speaks in timeframes.

Ticks of the clock separated by light years.

I travel the distance to gather every word.

The universe grows old with me,

But you never seem to age.

I count a thousand suns in orbit when you’re nearby,

But the world is pitch black when you’re gone again.

I fake your presence with LED sunlight,

Surrounded with #hashtags.

You ignore the World Wide Web like it’s a mortal sin.

I grow old apart from you,

But humanity just seems to grow younger.

I feel alone between the rambling text

And thoughtless memes.

I feel politicized, polarized, racialized and forgotten.

Something needs to stand out

In a world of black and white.

I’d rather pull the chargers from the walls,

Delete every trace of digital identity,

And exist in only your electric light until we both run low,

But alas I’ve no options in this low attention world.

We die together or become another #.

Cigarette Poem #24

Dead feet limping leisurely in fretted determination.

Loose lips lying loving lust in late lament.

Lose yourself.

The springtime looks exactly the same

As every other manmade time of year.

The calendar changes positions,

Changes it’s phone number,

Gets a boob job,

Goes on a cleanse,

And returns to your wall as if unchanged

And under appreciated.

But you never notice,

And when you do,

It’s always a day too late.

Radiant rings of Ragnarok

Write my rituals in rusting reminiscence.

Lose myself in loose past selves.

Tell my love that love is a lie

And then tell the lie to never doubt itself,

Because she’s most certainly not alone.

I’m alive only when asked to be by the sun,

And still conscious somehow when she’s long dead.

To ask if I’ll wait for her again is a lot to ask,

But she’ll insist anyway

And I’ll abide.

Forever and ever and ever

And ever,

A man reminiscent of all men.

There is literally no worse crime for a human being to comit than genocide. I think we can all agree with that. Killing a large amount of humans for whatever reason is THE WORST THING anyone can ever do. Now realize how a majority of the people who’ve committed this horrific crime have gotten away with it.

There’s something wrong here.

Yyyooooooooo, depression!

How ya doin? Almost forgot you were a thing.