Capital Vices

“We will keep on consuming, spending, wasting, and driving, as before, at any cost to anything and everybody but ourselves…the real names of global warming are Waste and Greed.” – “Faustian Economics”

Your cardinal sins pick me off my feet and I’m grasping for gravity.

A deadly tornado raiding my life.

Yeah, you sin…

but can we call them yours?

My horrid thrashing is too much to watch...

so you let go,

but I’ll always feel the

wrath

of burning hands grabbing my neck.

22 and all lust has vanished.

Is this all a matter of need?

This is all a matter of need.

Is this all a matter of want?

All this is is a matter of want.

I locked my head in the oven and idiocy broke the chain

I attached through the back of your skull

onto your eye sockets

            running wild and it has your scent.

            BEWARE!

My fingernails are mutilated

from trying to claw myself out.

With your secret ingredient being materiality,

my stomach is overturned.

The current abode to my skull is

frying my nerves

roasting my insides.

You do it for the pride.

I call it envy.

Will tomorrow be better than today?

Excessive answers pile in my mailbox.

But I moved.

And no one knows where.

So long, sweetheart.

I finally have a secret of my own.

Look in the mirror and hatred gleams

back to the world.

My dearest sympathies, darling,

you are blind.

Here.

Let me spell it out for you…

YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING AND YOU’RE SPIRALING OUT OF CONTROL!!!

I forgot to mention,

on

your

way

down,

you took a piece of me.

Now we are both doomed.

Indolence will get us nowhere.

Agreed.

A greed.