Posts tagged ‘Consumerism’

December 26, 2015

Fat and Bloated

Now is when I feel fat & bloated. I want
to juice cleanse and run and move and not sit
and not eat. Mario Kart seems an appropriate
lecture; people yell and scream at a tv screen.

I witness this while others are starving,
while watching A Christmas Story. Sometimes
I want to shoot my eye out. The flow of this
media is like red velvet-lined handcuffs.

Some die with their hands up on a couch.
The world is cruel. Loved ones are spoken of
at the bar. They died a few warm years back.
Peppermint drinks come in coffee mugs and

in-laws come with drunken cheer, my pants
come taut and Facebook blows up with new
engagements. I wonder if they really know.
Some give support and get it. Others don’t.

Respect comes in consumerism and what
you can bring them, and I still worry about
my weight. My youngest sister tells me I
am skinny. Jesus is on the computer screen.

The bar life in downtown is docile, a perfect
place to feel heavy and finish a $7 pitcher
of Spotted Cow; I feel better already. Growing
farther apart, and bigger, and older, and more

prone to upset all those around me. At least
I feel fat and good being myself. And some
start, and others pick winless battles. Now,
what a great time to feel fat and bloated.

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November 26, 2014

Black Friday Sale

Convenient excuse to be excessive,
Spending the money we don’t have.
Bringing cheap products from afar,
Set to come across our open lands.
Exchanging labeled needs for wants;
Buying into a tightly regulated sham.
Ads and companies tell us what is so,
We, the herd of sheep and little lamb.

July 31, 2014

Taxing Life

Life Taxing:
we sit behind walls to pay for sitting behind walls.

Wheels spin, no gas on deck,
armies fight wars waged for black gold;
these things are related.

Glass punctures and creates an escape,
you sit roadside with a flat-tire and deflated ego.

An IED blows off a soldier’s leg,
an obese man eats a sandwich and drinks a diet coke,
a beautiful young model hates her reflection; finding flaws;
a CEO makes money.

And no one knew the half.

Birds fly,
rivers flow,
a book weighs down a hand,
words play heavy on the head.

Cottonwood seeds float on thick air,
tombstones bask in the sun.
So far away no voice could reach;
even so not of native tongues.

Days we have lost and the one that just began,
my toast is burnt,
furniture sits un-rearranged.
Affects leave me unchanged;
for certain of, same, -oh distaste.

Life goes on
a cat meows
a clock ticks
the heat moves in and settles down
Fall is here.

Only this time it’s without you.
I wish I could tell you about that.

December 30, 2013

The Artist We Hate

The Luck…

 

American Capital Art Realism, a simple unique optimism:

 

Americans think of money first,

Logic last,

And vanity before that as they perform their act.

 

They want to relax but they are so tense as they travel the tracks here and back…

 

Life Goals:

Find a fuck,

Buy a pack,

Fill a flask,

Count money stacks.

 

(As we keep making trash)

 

Find that others can relate to that.

Buy clothes tight, or get relevant meaningful tats.

 

On to make an impact, or just impact.

 

All for self, this act in fake abstract.

 

The amount of real ARt we lack…

Goddamn, you see what distracts?

 

[They don’t believe their message, so how can we?  Plain Fact.]

 

Forget 5pm, it’s not even noon here…

Bitter, frozen feet on the sidewalk, somehow below the sky crystal clear.

 

To all the geniuses near,

I’ll give you a half-hearted cheers while I drown myself in this beer.

 

I’ve met about a million worth zero…

May 31, 2013

Why We Need Drugs (The Simple Life)

I used to have this linear structure of ideas that dictated my life…

 

I have to:

 

Drive my car,

Take my meds,

Pay my bills,

Talk to my friends,

 

I have to:

Have kids and get married.

Or else the future will turn dark and scary.

 

And I will get carried away like the light at the end of a very long and very beautiful day.

 

Nothing unexpected (ever!)-then I wrecked it.

Those straightforward-thinking creatures have patience, and time’s lost, but what’s really been wasted?

 

Self?

Identity?

Respect?

What people think?  Oh! How we fret.

 

Forget that shit (ennui), no reason to be upset (truly).

 

All I was taught.

 

All I remember.

 

All I’ve Lost.

 

All I regret?

 

No conclusions.

Only conclusion I’ve been using is there are no conclusions ever.

After that all challenges have been met.

 

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And in a distant setting, such as a living room, in a suburb, of some city far away, someone watches television and consumes highly processed foods, and that feeling is the exact same feeling as what you have read from above.  Don’t change your perspective because someone tells you to, tell yourself.