personal now

all the junk on idiot box
web
billboards
toxic spin of screens
freezing up my mind
always breaking or just in resident third world shit
invented crap reported by smiling day and night zombies
bleached upon brains
fake
horny blondes
other diseased psychos used as visual tags for irrelevant generations
celebrities but really slaves
sewer mermaids
dogs
farmed to be vicious on demand
contagious at sight

I get stuck between gravity of my own life and nonsense of existence
lunacy that is turning off the light I follow
I guess it’s side effect
consequence of having brain of a man
not of indivisible God of time and space both chosen as Now
so personal

everything is just a draft which
no matter how hard you try
can not be saved
that said
why be patient?
why?