Friday, June 24, 2016

out for blood: the automated man.

bullet
where is it
bullet
i found it
bullet
pretend
you did not see it
bullet
is everything to me
bullet
fascinates
bullet
entertains me
bullet
is lodged
and not
in the brain
i'm afraid
you must
keep this to yourself
or you will have it coming-
another bullet
lodged in your brain
and this brain-bullet
will turn out
to be the reason
as believed
by experts
this whole time
for their reasoning
they have devoted themselves

to acting stupid for.

you will be desecrated
for wasting our time.

please try again.
please try again.
what? sorry, i

didn't quite understand that. we're going to have to transfer you to a representative
who is going to have to transfer you to another representative
and then another representative
and this representative
will listen
and understand
and you will be relieved
but then another bullet will be lodged in your brain.
we're

so
sorry
thank you
we're so

sorry. thank you. so terribly
sorry. thanks i could really use that.
we're so

dead to you
as you are

dead to us.

this poem is called mental illness.