The Lifeline
Send your body to its grave and behave.
Grasp your intelligence like a frayed rope dangling.
Your skin is like leather and your skull like stone,
a perfect rendition of man at its finest,
and oh,
will you
be fined
for it.
Narcissus befits himself with beauty, of course
but he is the only one staring at his mirror.
Your Narcissus, too, blooms by its own reflection--
you pay your own debt to desire and affection.
Read a book,
pay your rent,
watch tv,
breathe a breath,
that's all you wish.
Live a normal,
privileged,
American life.
You don't care that your skin is poisonous,
or that your words
sting
like death.
by Julian Fanelli
wow cool poem the more ya read it the cooler its seems
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