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Pawned

We are without
name
and rank
we are numbers
and small ones
at that

we are expendable
disposable
poseable
plastic
erasable vhs

dumpster diving
fighting for our
hanging-balance
lives

laid off
and laid
out to dry
to be picked
apart
by vultures

in this arid
wasteland
workplace

pulled apart
and
magnetized,
this game board

pawns need not apply

the apple
still falls
and worms
will find their way
inside

Purity > Brevity

injecting purity
turning into brevity

short life spans
quick to fold those hands

involuntary reason
shedding seasons
of our minds

shedding skin like candy
wrappers
in 1960s dreamscape

no one cares
to pick up litter

new age
is dying
in old
coffin
satin frayed

brief we are
in our search for
longevity

a footnote
in the face of
reason

we are a punctuation mark
in a death sentence

an ink smudge
on an imperfect canvas

nothing on nothing
with everything to prove

a drop of piss
in a wishing well

a copper tail;
things have never
been so swell

Blind Luck

lucky
to not be
in chains

constant pain
loss of all
motor functions

skills
in karmic
car crash
killed

militant militia

lucky to even function

luck is not
pearls
or hundred
dollar bills

or even pain pills
stuck
in speechless throat

luck is not
a fuck
in the dark

point click
here is
a snapshot of my soul