blue and green squares.

I think I just heard the pin drop. My muscles stop.
Force feed my brain new waves of conformity,
New days facing the enemy.
Tell me your spot. The numbers that align.
Tell me your location, your longitude, your latitude.

Satellites among us in the sky.
Reading the paranoid thoughts.
Scooping into your fantasies like ice cream.
Digging up the past,
Predicting the future.
Almost forever son, but do forgive the master.
Evergreen and the smell of cigarette smoke,
It's stale nicotine on your breath again,
Cold hearted people pass in the hot n' heavy street.

Supporting ankles with sticks like flimsy and tired rope.
Around the throat,
Through the ears,
Over the nose,
Into every orifice.
Clamming you up,
breaking you down.

Feel the warm sweat trickle down your forehead,
Over the pavement,
Into the sewers,
Into the nostrils of every hungry animal.

This world is a place where we love ourselves too much.Your mouth will not make a noise throughout the days we complain about not loving ourselves. This world isn't a place until I stop my feet through it. Feel rock, feel dirt,
Feel Real.