lascivious, it’s all that I can think of as I drag my feet,
searching like a diogenes,
dangerous, the adjective of the decade
and of your alluring intricacies,
Yes I see your green-screen mentality
and I feel the sting of it’s consequence,
and I know I shouldn’t
but it’s too much to ignore, an emotion I deplore,
every time I look at you,
I just want do it,
I can clench my fist right through it
but I just want to get off
rectilinear, the direction we’ve been heading
never realizing we are on a runaway machine,
angular, the momentum that does turn us one
step further on our ladder,
one more turn toward the east,
I realize your green-screen mentality
and I know it is shared by many more,
I know it’s impossible
but I am damned to find a way to revolve the other way,
every time I scrutinize I just say “screw it”,
we’re on a ride down a blind conduit
and I just want to get off