an exercise in angst (teenage mood).

an exercise in angst (teenage mood).

I. 
hurt your skin, 
peel it back- 
fade to black 
doused in sin. 
no one cares. 

shed your tears. 
share your fears. 
nothing’s fair. 
count to three 
or to four. 

like before, 
can you see 
anything? 

there’s nothing. 

II. 
so you like the feel, 
but don’t like the taste- 
such a fucking waste, 
waiting to be real. 

should i try? well, what for? what for? what for? 

i’m just so bored 
like before 
wanna die. wanna try 

to get out of here 
then into someone, 
i’m just acting dumb- 

so happy you hear.

11.09.02.

access america.

access america.

try to enter: 
wall on the ground, 
divided land 
and massacred tribes. 
skin red 
from blood or 
evolution? 

tormented daydreaming seeming never ending. 

let’s try. 
let’s try, 
try 
to access america. 

try to exit: 
sky upside down, 
bruises not healed 
and scars still remain. 
are we sinking 
or losing 
our wings? 

tortured little babies seeming always dying. 

let’s try. 
try. 
try to, 
let’s try 
to access america. 

run over 
borders and digitalized 
cells into a 
plastic self 
with 
no hope of succeeding 
or escaping, 
because: 

access has been denied. 
access has been denied. 
access has been denied.

1999.

forget the tomorrow.

forget the tomorrow.

nothing 
should matter, 
nothing should 
matter, 
nothing should matter. 

weeds 
grow, 
everything else 
deteriorates and decays. 

gonna 
die soon 
so 
then guess (guess what?) 
forget tomorrow. 

forget tomorrow. 
forget 
tomorrow and fuck 
tomorrow. 

and all 
children 
will arrive 
at same 
conclusion 
because if, because if 
tomorrow really mattered, 
then all one 
would be allowed 
to speak of 
would be love.

07.28.02.