Poetry: I am not your lover

I bet you thought you had a lover then

the two of us snuggled up against the teat of military spending

sucking down the milk of suffering and death

Until I took off all my clothes

and my teeth started coming out of the walls

Until my skin started wearing too thin

and the wool over my eyes evaporated

in a burst of flames

I almost let it slide this time

I almost believed in it all

that the shiny new toys of the 21st century could make me happy

that a cage so gilded, so covered with flashing lights

could ever contain a wolf

that any man would ever be happy in his golden shackles

that the tiny rebellion

of an iPod full of punk rock

will sing my soul to sleep

or make me shut my fucking mouth

I have been bleeding my soul onto Interstate 95 too long

I send these white blood cells up the concrete

riding on waves of cancerous clouds

the irony of this does not escape me

that this system needs it's repairs so bad that it will sacrifice anything

to keep it moving

I am wired into this sleepless monolith

of recorded conversations and cost-benefit analyses

that never looks at the costs in anything other than dollars

information never takes a break to watch the sunset

24 hour caffeine buzz burns mindless droning sounds

across the wires that replace the trees

I can almost fall asleep

I can sometimes ignore the pain

of this wire jammed up my ass

but as ashamed as I'm told to be

about my anger

that no evolved man is angry

That we talk about our feelings

and we work it out

I can't let it go

There are words burned a thousand feet tall in my heart

YOUR ANGER IS A GIFT

YOUR ANGER IS A GIFT

YOUR ANGER IS A GIFT

And I am not your fucking lover.