Sergeant

Seduced by Each and Every Shiny Object I Became an Infant in a Sea of Glance

To What Human Product Precisely Are You Devoting So Much Ingenuity

This Song Emanates From the Common Man Claiming His Right to Poetry

Not Sensing the World, I Should Forget it’s Existence and Be Forgotten by Those Who Live in it

This Life Can Not Be All They Swear, For How Unpleasant of it Were

Soon The Tears in My Eyes Will Be Blinding and Blessing at the Same Time

Bodies Pressed Against Small Platforms in Institutionally Resolved Postures

I Will Allow Myself This World Whose Wear and Tear Is Without Cure

The Annoying Got Interesting Because the Interesting Got Annoying