breaking down the alienation of mass culture, one personal story at a time.
every morning
your gaze
penetrating the scratched glass
reflections of the shops near by
entice me to spend! spend!
every morning
your eyes
you are stiff, solid, and stoic.
the gaze of the slimy drip unwanted
forever, the only thing that changes is
your outfit...
I will call you Carlola,
and you will be mine.