Your habits stitch ghosts into the folds of your speech
where every quote you repeat may hold mold in its teeth.
Until your mouth becomes a grave where meaning preaches to none
in chorus where the RIGOR MORTIS grafts doctrine to tongue.
No out foxing the puns with half-cocked locked in the lungs
pulse shot through the scrawl of a GIBBERING madness
where shrapnel stays lodged in the gums
ABANDONED fragments, ABSENT of logic or sum
adding up a false context by static-fed phantom thread custom-spun.
So what becomes of language if you rush the hymns
Then hush the hums of GREGORIAN chants over a busted drum?
Well, if the tongue is strung in a way that the tongue is tied
then nobody ever has to die when they can simply unalive.
I’m counting syllables like symptoms
and diagnosing how TENEBROUS tone shifts glitch the diction.
A WORD can house a HABITAT
where the divide gets data-trapped
then learns: an atom halved births fallout
LURKING through aftermath.
You wanna have your cake and eat it too?
You want a frontal cortex without
a GRISLY hole to feed a bullet through?
Well here’s INSIDIOUS news for you.
The news has got a noose for you.
You pick what root the PERFIDIOUS loom loops your fruit into.
The truth you knew, for as long as it suited you
Became a JUXTAPOSITION hat was too sharp to use for you.
So either evolve with it, or devolve in it
Or lower yourself in lye until the marrow of your narrow mind dissolves in it
This INCRUNGENT
Wait, I mean, this crushing infringement
clutching in its clenched fist
curated instant gratification pulled out the misprint
Has assisted the division and the distance
engineered between you and your neighbor,
and made sure to profit off the imprint
Wait… this sardonic insistence
isn’t propaganda propping up each stanza written, is it?
Oh… should I be implicated in it?
Is my approach and method of disengagement still complicit?
Hold up, Hold up… am I seeding an ELDRITCH System?
Feeding innocent victims to an Ouroboros of algorithms?
Um.. is this part of it’s mission?
Is a recursion occurring blurring both the line and the vision?
Now is it cold slab or clean slate? reboot or remake?
MACABRE masquerade or a PHANTASMAGORIC dream state?
From Deep Throat to Deep State;
You can gluck gluck on the words or get choked
by the bureaucratic red tape.
One-faced, two-faced. Red state, Blue state.
This false dichotomy is a NUMINOUS, rooted, doomsday.
This whack a mole of black holes
Is powered by a current event horizon
spinning through news break
From the carefully curated persuasive arrangement
to the clichéd MISOGYNY of the phrase your MOMs basement.
You are hardly original you do not produce language
Its produces you and influences everything you do dude face it.
SUBLIMATE your rage to the stomach.
And be a vessel of God or paper pauper to puppet.
Every instant reduced, every impulse adjusted.
Every pin bolted in stripping the current conducted.
But what if the self you swear is you is constructed?
A reflection designed to mirror what the system corrupted.
Now, you could always cut the cord, sever ties, and unplug it.
But can you trust a gut that’s still open and gutted?
Hmm?