Your lips don’t speak
what your eyes say.
Your body tells me
you’re afraid.
but your fingers tell me
everything.
There’s no hiding in there,
the way you cut your hair,
the clothes you wear,
tattoos,
piercings,
too.
I can read you
like the cover
of the New Review
and there’s not much in this issue.
Tell me a story,
share a dream.
Let me hear you sing,
or will you scream?
Or is your voice
just a bridge
for the idiots
to spew their garbage?
Is there really a “you”
in there?
So sanitized,
so unaware.
We gave you every means
to express a human being,
but you just show us
you don’t care.
So, now we turn the page.
Rage and hate.
Sure, we get it.
What will you replace
all the things
that you’re upset with?
There’s more to this
than memes and causes.
You’re still alive
and all this hardship
never goes away.
It only gets more lonely
when you court decay,
and your perfect
purchased personality’s
erased.
Brace for the wave.
It’s coming to wash
all of your problems away.
Who will you be then?
Just a dancing skeleton,
in a video
popular
yesterday.
HG – 2021
