For Temporary Relief

i want to eat down on all fours with my dog
slurp at the water and lick myself
put my foot throught the tv
and knowing my luck
die from electricution
ha
ha ha
ha ha ha
anyway
don't mind me
doctors orders
have you ever taken a second and thought about this time?
your routine
eat, sleep, work, work, eat, sleep, drink drink, work sleep eat.
no matter where you drive
nothing drives you
nothing harnesses you, nothing erupts inside of you
no love
no shame
i try not to think of the repetative motions of this
it'll depress the hell out of you
it'll tear a hole in you
that no amount of booze, sex, love, or food will ever fill
but there are nice things here
beautiful moments that wash my eyes
fall over me like the sensation of release
and i double down
and lie on the floor
stare into space
and spasm
i can't tell you about those
because then you'll know
and kill them
same as with every lovely thing thats been created so far
same as with every unique music, film, or movement
it reachs critical mass
everyone sucks the goodness out of it
and then it becomes corporate
and the love is taken out of it
finally its parade across our eyes
like some kind of side show freak,
on this fucking TV!
that i want to put my foot through
which will then kill me
repetative isn't it?