Which is more superficial:
Consuming all that
Brings me joy in this
Short life
While perhaps
Making it a bit shorter
Denying myself for
A few more years to
Conform to standards
That aren’t mine
To slip in more easily
Through the cracks of this world
Until it breaks.


Composed 10/8/17


Composed 11/16/17

the curbing of appetites
to be lean of body and pure of mind
the struggle
of all mankind
we’re cursed
from the moment of birth
to crave what kills and
condemn what cultivates
is still the goal
to teach not manufacture
a herd of perfect automatons
with no ability to become more than an efficient list checker
instead we’re a bowl of swirling emotions
given the capacity to make choices
the potential to become more than
a sack of replacement parts
every moment, every choice defines
priorities and meanings of life
and yet still I justify
poison for pleasure
and pleasure for shortened life
hammering the temple ruins
despite the warning signs