Are we a generation strung out on convenience?
instant gratification
listless, always craving
a couple pills
and a cap,
let’s get some drinks
and some shots,
a heavy base line,
latching onto the cages,
we let the DJ
shake us
and we don’t even like this music,
but tonight we don’t care.
Slip another
gotta feel this,
not even hiding the treats we keep,
like I’m blind –
blindside me
so that I wake up in a daze
forgetting the reasons for resorting
to snorting the praise of strangers
and rebelling against all authority,
that’s something I never did,
just to save this sense of a personal sanctuary
that’s really just a self-made prison,
thrashing against guards
that are trying to protect me from myself.
Getting kicked out
but we still crave the pills.
Slip another
so disoriented
is this real, what is really real?
we’re all in our own cages
trying to unlock the padlocks
through body contact
and head massages,
cheeky glances,
having several impassioned conversations
all at once.
Trying to find that blissful place
in synthetic –
one click, one grin, two wink
– tricks.
We lost track
but kept at it
Floating down the halls
feeling ourselves
feeling the walls
sinking into the thick cushions
of these second – third – tenth – hand couches
rolling into the bathroom
girls tripping off
each others’ outfits and hair
and shit they don’t even really care about,
seeing flashing colours
discussing space invaders,
Where the cold tap water feels like silk,
We push through the portal,
meet your mates again,
Grab ’em by the hand,
It’s all a blissful haze,
Give ’em a kiss,
Never too close when we’re on this,
We’ll go exploring
for more more more.
Terrifying but maybe a good one for performance. xx
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Haha, literally sitting in a park practicing spoken word and found this one in my drafts folder, tried it out and it flowed really well so I hit post! :p
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