glory be thy name

2009

my worth can be counted

out in nickels and pennies and

now in the sneaker dynasty

we-are-a demographic

we-are-an easy read

and i find i can't

smell the difference between

the demons who make my art

and the demons who buy it

to turn it into a line of

baby koreans marching through

a frozen field

my sweat freezes the mo

ment it hits your face

and you're flailing in pleasure to my

anger without a cause

a morphous fury

leave me alone with my

private economy and i promise

i'll eat cigarettes and lipstick for break

fast lunch dinner just

leave me alone with my

irrational thoughts and let me

sell out to the american myth just so

you'll leave me the f**k

alone.