empathy is entropy/ bury resentful sentiments in our collective lethargy/ too immature to handle love or emerging love handles/ fill the suburban china cabinets with decorative empty urns/ that’s where we hide our emptiness: in plain sight/ fictional turban clad arabs incinerate picturesque off-white/ ideologues that clog the blogosphere/ when i feel down i use my imagination/ and my imagination uses me up/
life is something i remember more than something i live/ a bright future is one soaked in nostalgia/ love tore us apart/ indifference brings us together/ this average life span of 70some novembers/ where did this year go?/ and the past few too?/ gentle people end up alone/ selectively removed/ from the rest till they can’t pose a threat despite their copious diary entries exposing this unaddressed regret/ aimlessness manifests as an unswerving march towards death/