algorithm

the algorithm tells me
what to do
what to eat
when to sleep
whom to love
it tweaks itself according to
my tastes
my whims
my fancies
and my browsing history
it sometimes asks me
if i want to buy something
that i had only thought about
or saw in a dream
(i could scream)
the algorithm guesses
whom I should fuck
or who should fuck me
the algorithm decides
who the fuck
will get to ring my bell
perhaps one day it will
tell me to
go and fuck myself

rage and anger

when the fingers forget
the heart remembers
and the words flow
uninvited, unencumbered
a small river of hate
that moves like a snake
through every day that threatens
to suck all joy out of every breath
but the river is determined too
leeching drops of venom, bile, rage
from the mundane and the ordinary
never stagnant, always flowing

when the mind and heart are fucked
it's easy to hate everything

who the fuck wants peace
who the fuck wants to be happy
who the fuck wants to be perfect
who the fuck wants to be complete

not you
not me
-----
Love fades, but anger is forever.

little brittle

pieces of me
pieces of you
never to fit
a jigsaw of shards
so we cut our fingers
bleeding on the floor
through red and silver
our haunted eyes stare
back at us but
with a tinge of hope
which is the scariest thing
to see in someone's eyes
somewhere the shards come together
to show us tainted visions
it's only us
cracked and broken
hoping

---
fuck.

the edge

the bitter edge of silence
is the taste of dead oil in my mouth
choking and smothering me
making me dream of free air
grit my teeth so hard
i fear i'll break my jaw
making the silence potent
the violence of zipped lips
now there is no eye contact
the world over your left shoulder
is more interesting than
anyfuckingthing you have to say
all this while the demons wait
as hate bubbles in the cauldron of the heart
ready to cook whatever the fuck
they can get their hands on

-----
you don't need talent if you are pissed enough.