Ecks Ecks Ecks

12-23-11 C.Hayward

in essence, it's
ecks ecks ecks

oh.

so you didn't,
did you know?

your arrival, arriving, enticement enticed
and enticing an exit through

vices.

yes,
voices.

well we need you to prove you are worthless to everyone,
excellent tension by persistent precision,
a penchant for acts of
unintelligible manifest,
acing a motion of lax apathetic.

you are human inside, which is too much for reward right now.
we will strip you, help you strip you,
to the basis of your misgivings--

were you here when we considered you drunk
off of the power you thought you had-hadn't,
where your head spun in cycles but we could not diminish its
spin, for the sake of admitting our sin?

were you allowed to be enticed by the blindfold,
where we had hidden your reality within it
but told you to "chase it", like you'd
ever grow nearer
just by pumping your feet and your arms and your heartbeat?

but no, don't be delirious now.
it is our understanding that if
you understand anything, it'll be this--

nobody'll give a damn dammit until
you've removed all your excess, "ridiculous" talents,
your thoughts on the universe and your will to be
burnt into
anyone's
interest.

and you've taken the scratch and we've made you a monument
in the matter of a not-so-subtle BOOM within the confines of a simple
minute.