out of the orifice of sheer boredom

see note for reviewers.

from all the excitement that we pretend exists in the world &

the meaning that we tend to try & make for

ourselves

we are left in the wide open space of a barren field

a parking lot

an empty alley

with nothing but the lint in our pockets & a

few

knives---

so what do we do with ourselves,

pacing back & forth within the lifespan that yields more

tragedy &

sorrow

than anything else?

if we distract ourselves from the disgusting face of our own human

existence

we are all hypocrites

not facing the facts that our own responsibility for the mass murders &

the desecration of each other

through cycles of history’s turmoil

lies in our own bloody & dirty

hands---

out of the orifice of sheer boredom comes the impulse to

loot

to burn the world in effigy

to tear down the structures that solidify our mundane nature of this

21^st century

our “western civilization” dwells with the fakery of

a higher prison volume &

more surveillance of the public by the private corporate

w****s walk amongst us

wanting to turn us all to cash---

you have to wonder how different the richest of the rich are

when it comes to the concept of

boredom,

are they out in the alleys at night like

patrick bateman of ellis’

american psycho,

having exacerbated every possible modicum of

entertainment &

abuse of all substances imaginable?

do they now seek a thrill kill

repeatedly?

it makes one wonder

if the drones being flown by our

military

have really been auctioned off to the highest bidder

who now sits at home

committing real atrocities

as if they were playing with an xbox or

wii.

Author's Note

Mayor: [regarding The Joker] What do we got?

Lt. James Gordon: Nothing. No matches on prints, DNA, dental. Clothing is custom, no labels. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. No name, no other alias.

-From the film, The Dark Knight