nietzsche

Air Pollution

I am just a wasted body
turned into air pollution
like a million others.
the sex doesn't look
so empty on T.V but
I suppose that's what
they don't tell you
when you memorize the script.

you barter for his soul
and walk away with only skin.
ten minutes,
take out the trash,
leave hollow, and repeat.

the atmosphere is clogged
with billions of us
just floating and waiting
for him to stop and say
something meaningful
or anything
really
at all.

our bodies surge like currents
just a boat ride away
sand sticking in our excuses
we turn a blind eye
and end up
with no tongue to tell.

I called to say that I'm safe.
no semi or midi or mitsubishi
wrecked my cunt
I understand, you have to go...
a quick click
and I become wasted oxygen.

SweetDreams
would
have
been
nice.