Hook him up to the machine.
Shock his brain into
mediocrity.
Death stalks him;
he is aware.
There is too much
flash in his eyes.
His brain needs a reboot;
he needs to forget,
like a goldfish, like
a monkey in the zoo.
Hook him up to the machine.
He is too sentimental.
Salmon swim in his blood;
he has a paisley heart,
and a tie-dye soul.
He can smell colors.
Hook him up to the machine.
He has Van Gogh eyes, and
a Bukowski gut; he walks
like he's lost in a maze;
hunchback sadness,
butcher knife nerves,
Hook him up to the machine.
He believes in love,
and has too much trust.
His vivid green memory
is a curse, we need to
crash it, kill the eternal spring.
Hook him up to
the machine.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Muscular poetry, but not quite sure what the problem is.
Free spirit to be ground down by the 'system'? Seems the 'system' missed out there, conformity too far behind.
Thanks for the read
Those machines can take our minds right away from us Thomas.
Andy
Yes, they can. Thank you.
the last time I had a trip as good as this, someone spiked my soda ..
Thanks, brother.
Ironically excellent 🌹
Thank you, Teddy.
Brilliant wording and dichotomy depicted.
Stay wild and free 🪶
Thank you. I think I will.
I don’t wanna be him! Does sound like a bad trip turning into a disaster quickly. Great movement and choice of language. .
Thank you so much.
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