Cynical Cyclical
Violence is the background noise. A Guerrilla Literature punk poem conceptualized, written and scheduled 3/12/26 - 4/5/26.
Went to that house.
Picked up that phone.
Got fucked up,
Gun to the dome.
Now I’m alone.
Now I am stoned.
Throwing up sick,
Bent over the throne.
My McChicken,
greatest fast food sandwich.
My Prozac,
so I can manage.
Collaboration,
two minds through static.
Red pill, Blue pill
Black pill magic.
Iran Bore,
to settle scores.
Lock me up behind my bedroom door.
Bomb threat loud,
on the ground.
Breaking news
won’t shut me down.
Same damn war
Same spread whore
Same black night
like the one before.
In that house.
With that phone.
Pull the trigger,
dial tone.
