I went to see a flick
to ease the doldroms of the day,
life is mainly nothingness
and finding things to say.
I figured my position on the state of wars to come,
we all live in a hologram
resisting it is dumb.
I struggled under covers
for a moment
just to lay,
the thoughts in my head
multiplied
in bed I could not stay.
I went to watch a movie screen
cuz they might know what’s up,
at least I’ll know my mouth
should not be open
it should shut.
This is not high art,
haven’t you heard?
“All real art is dead,”
That is the only worthy thought that’s floated thru my head.
I’d rather sit alone reciting words I’ve read or wrote,
A sentence is a stance
against a life that is a joke.
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