Medicine

By Thomas Hannah

 

as we all turn to polish up our dirty reflections

thanking the steam distorting our bathroom mirrors

sucking in our stubborn stomachs

turning our necks upwards for a younger selfie

for another zombie who isn’t hungry

but loves eating

leaving our brainless generation

reposting quotes & lyrics

like we know how it feels to have cognition

when really we’re talking a lot*

without saying anything*

I remember when the bright spark was smothered

& the sharpest tool blunted

but now the Kardashians are practically scientists

everybody’s synchronised swimming

in the mainstream

tiptoeing that tightrope between breath & drowning

we all want to be naked

but not honestly

send him your tits & you’ll get a dick pic

lovely

but I’ll bet he calls you a bitch

& you hit him eventually

then blame one another or your childhood for the way you’re acting

show me your smoke & you can see my mirror

& we’ll run away like we understand each other

when a society sells more superficiality than sincerity

who needs honestly when bullshits currency

this pen is methadone medicine & we’re all out of heroins

but if you can’t beat them

join them

& be institutionalised

by escapism prison system

I don’t hate all humans really

just the ones living.

 

Thomas J. Hannah is a poet from Sydney, Australia. His work often tackles themes of tragedy, hedonism, and the human condition. He is currently working on his first full-length release.

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