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.
