Compromised Focus

Screaming in basements to avoid being heard,

Typing out thoughts so patience doesn’t have to be tested,

It’s all become so routine;

Figuring out how to make the loudest noise yet remain concealed

In an absent-minded and loud world.

Exhausted at the resonance of criticism,

Flattened by the glare of chosen ignorance,

My disdain for sleep is tested by my stronger desire to avoid people.

While my body will be in far worse pain if I lay down uselessly,

It’s better than the pain of being surrounded by people

whose interactions feel like they’re done out of duty rather than hospitality.

Why believe you’re in a group when the people make you feel lonely?

Why sit next to someone who seems as though they’re deaf to your voice only?

I’m confused as to what relationships are actually supposed to do,

Especially since people seem to favor conversations on screens involving icons and abbreviations,

Rather than human engagement and sound.

Why should I see you in person when I can see you just fine on my phone screen?


Don’t waste your touch You won’t feel anything

 

 

GentrifEye

Business suits & dime bags,

Roxies & Xanax sold out of a Dolce & Gabbana.

New apartments starting at $3,000+;

Next to the tent city between 7th & 16th.

In my moment of treat & luxury,

Walking to get a cup of coffee;

I watch a local rocking himself into a higher state of mind.

Cracked up,

The high isn’t coming quick enough.

On hands & knees.

Dignity isn’t even a factor unless I have my needles.

Crawling on feces both human & animal,

My loyalty is even questionable unto myself.

Some sights & smells of a poverty of health;

Makes you wonder

where a city truly can find its wealth.

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