Closing my receptors of photographic
viewing,
the calender counted days,
recanting the fact
that its been this long,
fearing the realist reality
that this isnt my
home based institution,
ive come to the conclusion that
im scared,

scared of becoming a 401k dependent
descedant of a plutocratic
neurotic
socio- enviroment,
im scared,
scared of the ascendancy
of real world abominations
and the damnednations
of my nations
on my reality theme show based character
im sared,
i should have payed closer attention
to the bonbardment
of lectures momma tried to feed me
of some road,
some road less traveled
that was supposed to unravel
before me
but before i could blink
i was on the brink
of over exposure
to for and by the 35 minus 26 equals 9, 9 mm
dark room over developed
negative composure,
fuck all i wast is closure,
a burning bright light destroyer
of the evil
uncivil
obediant
and disodediant exposure,

i can sit here
pointing fingers
throwing boulders and stones,
on democracy,
hipocrasy
and societys secrets
that act
react then contract
contradict indecent interior influenced ascetic motives
remaining belied
and unchanged
knowing that i
dont deserve all the blame,

and knowing is half the battle
on zooming
and focusing in,
before i copulate with society
impregnating her ideologies
with feeble minded criminology,
i should refragment my hard drive,
reboot and reload my main frame to
catch flash photo focus
freeze my electrode decendancies
frame by frame,
bringing my mental photos to the shop,
using digital pixilated
universal busses stationed,
stationed software to abridge
and prosses
the black and white negative
transforming a double positive
framed
and colored
dexteriously clear and focused
reality flash.