thirty-two

street lights form macdonald's arches
billboards with the latest craze
i went to the mall today

and all of these cars ride into blackness
none of us are going anywhere

sometimes
i want to go far far away
displace myself to space
step out into the cold
emptiness

i stretch out my arms and only feel
this stale heat
this progressive uselessness
there is nothing here for me

i am nothing


and don't you even try to say that i'm buying into this
post modern post structuralism bullshit
i just know that i will die and you will too
and none of it means anything

so fuck you