The Gap

the crack continues to
split us into seperate worlds,
the gap between  
suicidal fights for existence,
 
little Regal islands of
self-absorption and indulgence,
we've got our Laws!
our morals
and make nuanced hypocrisies of them all
called Philosophy.
 
(the spirit longs for the
body to die,
 set free,
all wanting to be
more than just an
I.
 ).
 
WHAT?  is
the meaning of your sobriety?
does love keep you sober?
or does love keep you drunk?
 
Chi-Town, the Big Easy,
Houston, Deep Deuce, to Bricktown.
the historical Back Alley Getaways
that the Hip slum in today:
 
i could try to warn you
but you wouldn't hear
-worthless ghetto shit,
  hood pig.
 
Painted yourself into
a corner-
you never gave, so can't
achieve charity without threats of
what will be taken away-
 
this sour taste is
now called
Sweet.
 
here, is me
in skin tight reflections
shoving and biting
back.  Fever
 
let me be nothing.
and still be
worth something.
 
a
chance to be.
 
All options,
possibilities laid out - tried and true -  
i'll resign myself
to fascimiles of treasure, and  
penny thrills -  
 
and alas,
i brag in gasps of mirages
of the American Dream.
and blaspheme,
"TRUTH!"