Do you still remember?
How to feel
Or what is beauty
Can I still believe love is real?
Everything seems so conventional
Even the UN-conventional
Rational society in front row prosperity
Gossip in cellphones
In carry on airless suffocation
Away from recession
Completion is impossible
In empty headed companions
Air is lost
Cut off
From oxygen
Shallow conversation
Cuts my oxygen off
Just like shallow lovemaking
Maybe I’d be better off alone
Chosen
To be
Selectively forsaken
Or maybe disappear
In some recreation of image
Of body
Some silicone injections
So you feel like a model
A plastic goddess
Are you as fake inside as out?
Can I be less jaded?
A little more sedative
A little less opinionated
I can’t breathe in here
The air is dead
Someone cut the oxygen off
Took away the things that feed my head
Chosen to be
Selectively forsaken