VALIUM THROUGH FIENDISH LENSES
WE SIT IN SHOPS AND SELL LOVELOCKS FOR INSTAGRAM FEEDS, DEVOID OF ANY REAL PASSION OR ROMANCE, WE ONLY REALLY LEFT THE HOUSE TO SHOW THEM HOW GOOD THEIR LIVES CAN BE, HOLDING OUR BREATH AS WE POSE, AND HOLDING HANDS OF COMPLETE STRANGERS, I'VE SPENT THE DURATION OF MY DAY TRYING TO SCRATCH OFF THE SCAB OF CONDESCENSION FROM THE NOW FRESHLY OPENED WOUND OF MY PRETENTION, I'VE PUT THE BATTERIES BACK INTO MY CHESS BOARD CHEQUERED TINTED SUNGLASSES AND IT'S ALL ERYTHROPIC THROUGH RAGE OR ROSE, BUT I JUST DON'T KNOW. WE RUN AWAY FROM THE MOON, INTO A TWILIGHT ZONE WHERE WE'RE CONDENSED INTO ESPRESSO CUPS THAT SIT TENTATIVELY IN JAZZ CLUBS, WITH THE WORST KEPT SECRET NIGHTMARE BRIGADE ON OUR TAILS, LOOKING OVER OUR SHOULDERS NOT JUST TO SEE THE TIME, WE LOOK UP AT THE DENTIST OFFICE CEILING OF LOST DOGS RUNNING PLAYFULLY ON BOULEVARDS, CHASING CATS STRAPPED WITH JET PACKS COMFORTABLY MEOWING AWAY ANY MALAISE THEY FELT ABOUT BEING GROUNDED. THERE'S LILY PADS IN MY DAY...