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Subliminal messages stain
the brain, signs and symbols
signal when to ‘stop,’ and ‘go’
while driving down the road.

Neon lights flashing ‘eat here’
‘buy there,’ advertise Ace’s hardware.
Absurdity? Reality? Hypnotic?
Keep moving! Shuffle to the beat.

Neurosis,
at its closest:

A t-bone steak on four legs
swaggers in with
a cracked tooth faced grin.
Lost down a Walmart aisle,
fighting over a basket full
of crunchy hot cheetos
on an avocado burrito.

Played like a fool,
Not seeing the real you,
I say ‘Moo,’
‘Move over you,
You,
standing in the way,
I ain’t got all day.’

Self worth defined since birth
by what ‘eye’ can buy
Nickel and dimed
out of a hard day’s work.

Wear it!
Grin and Bear it!

Constipation syndrome
over this alien nation
during the drive home,
arriving, sighs and groans
Tuning into the t.v.

Death’s silent screams
Defeated and deleted
by the broadcasting.

Smelling the blues
in the nightly news.
Playing the sounds
of smooth jazz
in the background.

Fear always near
Hides behind a veneer.

Sweating the blues
keeping tune to the time,
the rhythm and rhyme
of those elevator cues.

Which floor?
Where’s the door?

(previous version)
Subliminal messages stain
the brain, signs and symbols
signal when to ‘stop,’ and ‘go’
while driving down the road.

Neon lights flashing ‘eat here’
‘buy there,’ advertise Ace’s hardware.
Absurdity? Reality? Hpynotic?
Keep moving, Shuffle to the beat.

Neurosis,
at its closest:

A t-bone steak on four legs
swaggers in with
a cracked tooth faced grin.
Lost down a Walmart aisle,
fighting over a basket full
of crunchy hot cheetos
on an avocado burrito.

Sweating the blues,
Not seeing the real you,
I say ‘Moo,’
‘Move over you,
You,
standing in the way,
I ain’t got all day.’

Self worth defined since birth
by what ‘eye’ can buy
Nickeled and dimed
out of a hard day’s work.

Wear it!
Grin and Bear it!

Constipation syndrome
over this alien nation
during the drive home,
arriving, sighs and groans
Tuning into the t.v.

Death defeated
And deleted
by the screen.

Smelling the blues
in the nightly news.
Playing the sounds
of smooth jazz
in the background.

Fear always near
Hides behind a veneer.

Sensing the blues
keeping tune to the time
and the rhythm and rhyme
of those elevator cues.

Which floor?
Where’s the door?