Vicious Circularity

giving up one thing

for another

and calling it 

rehab

a machine

living off puffs 

of poison 

and caffein 

reciting sermons 

by heart

with no heart

as uncertain as that

three-legged

pedestal 

teetering underneath your 

borrowed shoes

everybody's waiting for january 1st

to lie to themselves again

standing in the refrigerator light at midnight

swearing that Monday will be different

waiting until 5

to pour 

that glass of wine

makes you think

you got it all

figured out

and getting on 

your knees

to preserve that 

promise ring

is a paradox

you've come

to condone

but no matter which way

you skin

the cat

the by-product

of your every 

passion

whim 

and act

somehow seems to will

its own downfall

everybody's waiting for halloween

when did we loose touch with our own identity

worshipping the egos of the profits on tv

instead of the voices in our heads