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i saw a woman today
a glimpse from inside the bus
soon her face will dissolve
into my subconscious
that instant
that frame of time
she has become a prisoner
god like
as a camera does
immortalizes
i might meet this
disintegrated entity
she’ll know me
i won’t have a notion
i hope she never comes about
she has caused too much already

-JG

I want to ride my

cycling in the city can be rough
vehicles driving by
yelling obscenities
cock sucker
asshole
hippy (like its a bad thing)
issuing threats
revving engines
wanting to hit you
but won’t
don’t want to scratch that BMW
dead walkers and self talkers
oblivious to the bright flashing
and verbal warnings
deer in the head light
blind sides all around
disdain for the engineless
death to the
health conscious
eco friendly
this life style is near deadly
but hey
i wouldn’t have it any other way

-JG

This doesn’t mean shit

we are fucked
teaching the latter
what morals is
using our accusatory questions
and assertive suggestions
for their maturation indigestions
leave’em alone
let’em grow
let’em to their own learnin’
enough bias turnin’
do not rob them of their ugliness
and replace it with your beauty
they are the threads spinning the fabric hereafter
beaten or moth eaten
they hold the treasure
we lost it to our banks
online stores
smart phones
ebay
threw it away
for abstract ideas
and monopoly money
and pre-packaged rebellion
i remember when listening to
marilyn manson was a form of insurgence
now i’m too exhausted
too sick of the mainstream
america has changed
america is full of different cultures and customs and skewed conceptions
too many exemptions for name callers and tattle tales
too many excuses for complacency
too many fucked up reasons to not work as a team
too many fucked up reasons to not agree
i’m done
this doesn’t mean shit

-JG

The last line says it all

there is this force
an unseeable mass
slowly
with limited intimacy
crushing me
an energy transference
with no net gain
i am compromised
obstructed sentiment
somatic decline
time is infinite
but I’m running out of it
i am judged by a letter
not by my cognition
ad nauseam

-JG