Notes from the Underground (Complete)

Notes from the Underground (Complete)


Notes from the Underground

Stray rounds pierce our collective soul:
patronage or kinship,
I find friends ostracized as well.

Outside standard circles, always;
even in the underground.
Hungry looking in, haughty gazing out.

“Just go for it,” spectres say…
we have only single sight,
understanding nothing of our anguish

Notes from the Underground II

It was conspicuous to poison with pills,
so into the food went hormones and chemical strings.

Immeasurable joy always:
consume, consume.
willfully pass by the burnt out husks of Standard Oil stations,
leathered street-livers
and corrupted wetlands.

It felt wonderful to be always afloat.

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