Crisis in Barren Island
Scars that won’t heal
Pain that cannot absolve
Now
What are you
But an empty crest of
Everything you once were?
Once immaculate, un-clever,
Never mutilated.
Seeking in despair
For sentience
From without—
Blinding lines of lyrics
Taking all your minutes, and
Countless, heart-wrenching
Silver-screen Plots,
Stealing away
All the hours—
Do you remember,
Or do you
Simply fall down low,
Empty
Once again,
When the Show’s over—
Still searching
Voraciously, tears lost—
No hindsights,
For the next wave
Of manufactured emotions?
Particular Moments 
May 29, 2019
Cup of Starfucks
Give me a nice Cup
of Starfucks:
Quickly procured
and scantily done---
I don't care about all
The Plastic
on my tongue,
So long as Their
army of Robots
churn out The Dope
from Morning
to Dawn.
So pour me
that neat Cup
of Cheap Grace,
A dozen or so ounces
A day,
Easy and laced,
Until All of Our
Bodies Shut Down.