The First Line is Stolen

I have been one acquainted with the spatula
broad flat melted plastic tip
spattered in BPA
 
slathered in bacon grease as it lifts
the fried crispy strips of giving into processed hunger  
 
acquainted with the buzz of manufactured orgasms
a pocket rocket
a lump of plastic in place of a real cock
 
I've gone out to ruin what love is supposed to be
in the multicoloured chunks of vomit infused with
Zoloft
Xanax  
Rohypnol  
 
to numb a heart that felt
that feels too much
 
its my job as a poet to know where in  
lies the beauty of a moon reflected in
piss that runs warm down the gutter
 
my kiss screams insanity
it screams that God
 
is dead
and we killed him
 
in the charge of the light brigade
inhalation of mustard gas
in concentration camps and gulags
in the terrorist bomber that prays for his virgins
and the corporations that sell us out
to the highest bidder
 
and why is one month called the cruellest
when we all bleed daily for the sins
of our parents
 
and the best gamers drive
tanks through city streets  
 
and whose woods these are
….I wish we knew



#Kim Addonizio