suicidal brothers.
10/30/01
My heart sinks as my body rises;
and I chance to look down on it.
Like a dollhouse -- an aerial photo –
to a globe -- to a marble,
and now my cold hands and drunk feelings
here in zero gravity.
Terrified and hypnotized by the marvel,
I get to thinking:
what the hell is wrong with
the people down there?
Hating and paranoid,
drowning in nihilism,
fear and rage?
Yet I’m so cold and
scared and angry.
And it all seems
so hopeless.
And I can already see the
desolate wasteland of fire
and charred remains before me;
the sick air and diseased waters --
a dead mother that fell down
with her beloved parasites
due to a history of ignorance, greed,
and other dumb choices.
We will sit back on the
threshold of our demise reflecting
on how we were never able to
go against the grain and chance
to expand our rigid views.
And then I stop thinking
and I turn to you:
Is what you’ve shown me
from your own past,
or is it truly Tomorrow’s
News?
The doors close and I’m
naked on the table again.
I think: do I prefer your nightmare,
or the one I’m living in?
Is your presence and objectives
indicating what’s in store?
Will we all die before we
learn to get along?
What the hell could you
want from all of this?
Is it a common path, this
collective suicide?
Is there some way out of this,
or are we doomed to death, to be
locked on the other sides,
with no containers to spill into,
with no home to return to,
trying to understand what and why
we do what we do?
Raping others to both
understand and get back
what we lost –
just like you?
10/30/01
My heart sinks as my body rises;
and I chance to look down on it.
Like a dollhouse -- an aerial photo –
to a globe -- to a marble,
and now my cold hands and drunk feelings
here in zero gravity.
Terrified and hypnotized by the marvel,
I get to thinking:
what the hell is wrong with
the people down there?
Hating and paranoid,
drowning in nihilism,
fear and rage?
Yet I’m so cold and
scared and angry.
And it all seems
so hopeless.
And I can already see the
desolate wasteland of fire
and charred remains before me;
the sick air and diseased waters --
a dead mother that fell down
with her beloved parasites
due to a history of ignorance, greed,
and other dumb choices.
We will sit back on the
threshold of our demise reflecting
on how we were never able to
go against the grain and chance
to expand our rigid views.
And then I stop thinking
and I turn to you:
Is what you’ve shown me
from your own past,
or is it truly Tomorrow’s
News?
The doors close and I’m
naked on the table again.
I think: do I prefer your nightmare,
or the one I’m living in?
Is your presence and objectives
indicating what’s in store?
Will we all die before we
learn to get along?
What the hell could you
want from all of this?
Is it a common path, this
collective suicide?
Is there some way out of this,
or are we doomed to death, to be
locked on the other sides,
with no containers to spill into,
with no home to return to,
trying to understand what and why
we do what we do?
Raping others to both
understand and get back
what we lost –
just like you?
