This Is Not Art

Poetry to Split the Social Order

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Confusion

What is the State?
But a grinding of Bodies
together in a strobe light lit Bar
Where everyone is pushing against each other
and no one feels a thing
What is this confusion?
when people shoot nine year old girls
while smiling
What is this pain?
Why do all of us keep falling off track?
why does the tv never stop chattering?
why is it so hard to hear my heart beat?
Is it because I am dead?

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