No beauty in these junk-filled lines
Not sure if there ever was
I think so but
Not now- just black surrounding white
Wasting time
Justified with the label of
Artistic value.

This
Isn’t art. This is grandeur,
Megalomaniacal attempts at hatcheted wisdom
For the feeble sake of communication
With no one in particular
Who has their own grand view of wisdom
And are more than willing to share.

The fool’s in the mirror every time.

If these words meet your eyes,
You’re dumpster diving. Everyone
Has something to say… some are just idiotic enough
To yell in your ear.
Punch me
I’ll bleed on you.

I think there’s a used napkin
From the Chinese buffet in here
Somewhere…

©Jen2011 5-17