The Low End.
{Nü Haiku² VI.}
Å CNCpt frm Nölann's Father
You can't see me
with the lights on
and you won't be here
when the lights go out
Your pills + potions
that promise restful sleep
have front + side effects
that include blind eyes + deaf ears
What you don't see or hear
is clearly by choice
and nobody cares for roadkill
that's why dead bodies
lay in the street for hours
The safe + sound you spend
paper money on only works
when the system doesn't for us
so prayers are made to sustain it
But alas why should you care
for a people that doesn't exist
Let history + the liquor tell it
we are merely heinous
rorschach figments of
the vivid, white imagination.