"glitch."

no laws, no time;
bending walls of a fragmented mind.
shattered mirrors,
and clocks that don't run
occupy my thoughts.

cobwebs from spiders,
hide in the recesses of my abdomen,
my insides turning to applesauce,
my brain to oatmeal,
my legs to steel; colder, colder to stone.
to work out makes it worse,
now with calories lost
i might need the doctor,
the hospital, the ER,
heart monitor beeping.
is this a memory? no...

nothing to remember,
glitch in the system,
zero one, oh alone,
synapses disconnected,
WAKE UP.
limbs dismembered,
professional deadbeat
dreaming of dead things.

not sleeping but dreaming;
wake up to a fire alarm.
BMI dropping with the weight, pumping stopping.
pump the brakes
for the gains aren't worth lives.

blood blue red, snap neck, crip dead,
hard to believe it,
most people think the privileged white suburbanite will never see this
but i've seen hammers upside the head,
skull caved, twitching until he's dead,
no provocation, just rage,
human urges to kill, violent sensations,
and somehow the violence is the heart of this nation.

ultraviolence winks at me.
the red, red krovvy doesn't stop this time.
money for nothing something, bread,
but you can't feed your family from prison.
i have seen these things.
i have known these things.
from the database, i have been these things;
i am your pet that turned rabid,
a wolf of a rabbit,
a lion of a dog,
an evil fog from a John Carpenter film,
Halloween Jesus, a carpenter to steal a bible,
a meal is vital a piece of paper isn't.

what would your god say now from the clouds,
looking down while you eat thanksgiving dinner so proud,
while children under five don't even have a house?
well i'm sure god would laugh,
but jesus would cry,
strange you say they're one and different at the same time,
like father like son,
cycles have begun that cannot be stopped.

the earth will burn in the sun,
human beings have lost or rather have won at destruction,
stopped the earth in its tracks, reversed progress back,
destroyed what matters
to make our lives longer,
to make ourselves stronger,
abuse of power;
real dealers sling pills and pay for ads against flowers,
while the people are educated on fabricated facts,
repeat "i see four fingers" with five in your face
maybe your beliefs would make sense
if this scripture were only not written by men,
edited by kings, those in power the rich,
editing lives so the system won't glitch.
but it is and so men are gods,
you worship false idols, you pray up to frauds.

there is a code beneath it all.
there is a code beneath it all.
there is a code beneath it all.
there is a code beneath it all.
i have seen it;
it is not god.