These Fucking Dogs Won't Quit

the same mouth and eyes
working, figuring, twitching and moving
changing out one mask for another
souls
beneath brush
underlying symbolism for one
defiance for another
brutality and disillusioned
love
and yet,
here we are again
working. the puncher of clocks
the brick of truth
shall strike again
Dominance, fear and persuasion
repulsion
as your curl up and slide to the end
of the
bed
it all goes down
killing our bodies to support this dying system
which will not breed without an extra organ
without an extra smile
or heart
and the system dies
so we die
but to live
possessions
don't hold moments
like when you are
taking a step back
to view infinite space
and just exactly how little we mean
relatively
and yet
here we are again
choices for the wise and good of heart
suicide is way too much work
apathy is hopeless
cope - and do what it takes to keep your heart in tact
you only get one
exercise it the best you can
to find rhythm
to smell
to feel soft skin running over ribcage
to grip hips
to dance together in the living room
like a couple of fools....

i
we.
us.

and yet
here we are
kicking and screaming
clawing our way to the top of this make believe
horror we call home
either take your own life
or smile at what you can
and laugh at what it can't
and cry when you need
but most important
remember
here
we
are
alone