A Long Plastic Hallway

it’s inimical
inimitable
and so predictable
not a miracle

it’s despicable
deliverable
get irritable, with a thread to pull,
feeling minimal

a seeming emptiness
encroaching loneliness
result of pettiness, try to redress
the phoniness

acrimonious
sanctimonious
a former holiness, the brokenness
melodious

finding time to spare
sit in the broken chair
being unaware, without a care
all thoughts laid bare

a tantric suicide
already dead inside
climb up the hillside, across the divide,
smell insecticide

there’s a new tomorrow, it’s falling into place
there’s a new tomorrow, it’s running out of space
there’s a new tomorrow, it’s all fucked up
get your new tomorrow, you’re out of luck

get a steady job, and another piece of me
get a big tv, and another take
get a new degree, stuck in the machinery
in the new tomorrow, you get what you make

it’s inimical
counterfactual
and so predictable
not a miracle

it’s despicable
deliverable
get irritable, with a thread to pull,
feeling minimal

and you simply cannot see what this all has done to me
simply cannot see through the crooked lies
simply cannot see everything that’s eating me
nobody is looking through each others’ eyes

simply cannot see what this all has meant to me
simply cannot see through the skin disguise
simply cannot see all the greater piece of me
walking through the hallway something on the rise

feeling critical
and irritable
analytical
parasitical

apocalyptical
stereotypical
it’s predictable, hypocritical,
and a miracle