Grimed Eyes Washed Clean.

Paper people frayed blowing scattered Dilapidated faces of stucco and brick Mumblings of drivel media jargon While I sketched my eyes with skyline scrapes Of tomorrow Televisions smarmy ooze A toxin injected with neon deception Voices droning inconsequential clamor Between shallow breathes of saccharined guile While I paint my eyes in landscaped snippets Of yesterday Moments will mirror lies whispered in ears A manufactured beauty of unneeded necessities Singing radio tunes of superior society’s chaos Spirits dipped in engineered sorrow While I pencil my eyes with pieces of sky Of discovery I escape this modern world...