dystopian lingo

throw myself at walls to crawl out of myself
shut down like ‘blackout panic’
shock burns across your palms,
from charged wire fences begging to be climbed
the ghosts of who anyone used to be,
reside in a glass house where nothing’s left to break

ride the sex gutter out
the deep end of a shallow urge
with a head full of accidents
leaving a splintered, cracked iris

songs for burning dust that suffers on steel
blank issued bliss and spirals
veteran erogenous zones
my spatial recognition is diluted
dystopian lingo and poseur strut
you’re neon in daylight, a good idea best unseen

vomit shards down my throat
glowing brighter than you are
rumors can’t hear our prayers
somewhere abrupt of away