EXORCISE! The DEMONS!
I no longer trust the world. All of it, the whole damn thing. The looming trees, shoelaces. The guy who brings me pizza and complains about light. The twist ties on my bread. My bread lasting suspiciously long. The inability of my state legislature not to act like god’s asshole fraternity brothers. The wall holding up my roses. The belt holding up my stretched jeans. My gut, my cuticles, the arches of my feet, My vengeful, bleeding gums, those traitors. My eyes and all that they can and can’t see. The things my eyes can’t unsee. My head, and what it’s thinking overmuch. Brunettes, but mostly blondes. Whether they are blondes. Work emails from Human Resources. Humans. Resources, and while we’re at it: The weather report. Lows. Highs. The Dow Jones Industrial average for people who are not. Marie Kondo and Brene Brown and Steve Harvey and Joe fucking Rogan with their useless and pointless knowledge. Downward dog and toxic masculinity. TikTok and HBO and their vampire hours. The Voice and everything I hear. Concussion protocols. God damn it, can I even trust a dog? Maybe just not the blond ones. My own rants and this untrustworthy poem. Untrustworthy poems everywhere. Pack them up with the whole damn thing, the world and all its jargon. Put them in the waste bin or recycling, who cares which anymore? Sell it all for a bag of magic beans that know what they want to be when they grow up.
I wrote this exactly one year ago, which predates RiverWords on Substack. Now I unleash it again on all of you.
For the loyal few of you who read a year ago: BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! You also get my audio rant. No word on additional ginsu knives that slice a tin can. No word on your tomatoes.
"My bread lasting suspiciously long." Amen brother. You can't even trust that the factory food they give us is even real food.
I’m leaving on the phrase “It’s all absurd” to keep everything in its rightful place. I enjoyed this piece 🙌