Thomas Hannah

Marilyn

In this day
of inhumane
dating applications
blood is bled of independence
heart is obsolete
& love is selfish
a cosmetic surgery selfie
from a former beauty queen
beaten too many times
by baseball stars
pimps
& headless presidents
used up
ground down
to dust
when we claw our mortal paws
over her
frame her
film her
fuck her
gather the pieces to reconstruct her
to teach inadequacy on the big screen
sell lonely on our street corners for money
or to fill our own empty evenings
do we really believe what we're feeling
or filling some empty void with nothing's.

The world never asked for this
but we eat it up like our existence.

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Martyrdom

You told me
there's no peace
in martyrdom
& in a world
inherently selfish
there's no point
in pulling punches
you gotta push for yourself sometimes
& take the bruises
life's like a title fight
we're all losing
& someones gotta hit the canvas eventually
but when your white flag
should've been waving
you were too busy rope-a-doping
to feed the piranhas waiting
in their vibrating armchairs asking
the glowing TV what her life's been like this week
well what about your comfort
you loving hypocrite
where's your rest
when holding a world aloft
like some demigod
with dobermans
snapping at your heels
& magnifying your flaws
like ants on the pavement
you trip like all of us with two feet
but are a pillar & a respirator
I've seen you wash colour from a purple toddler
& put the pieces back together of something shattered
so I imagine
if I asked for the shirt off your back
You'd give me your socks & shoes too
& as you turn shivering
with your arm over me
asking if I'm still uncomfortable
you're irrelatable
& unrelenting
inevitable
like the sun burning
for the earth spinning
the lifeblood
of hearts beating
so
when you told me there's no peace in martyrdom
you must've been talking from experience

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Medicine

as we all turn to polish up our dirty reflections
thanking the steam distorting our bathroom mirrors
sucking in our stubborn stomachs
turning our necks upwards for a younger selfie
for another zombie who isn't hungry
but loves eating
leaving our brainless generation
reposting quotes & lyrics
like we know how it feels to have cognition
when really we're talking a lot*
without saying anything*
I remember when the bright spark was smothered
& the sharpest tool blunted
but now the Kardashians are practically scientists
everybody's synchronised swimming
in the mainstream
tiptoeing that tightrope between breath & drowning
we all want to be naked
but not honestly
send him your tits & you'll get a dick pic
lovely
but I'll bet he calls you a bitch
& you hit him eventually
then blame one another or your childhood for the way your acting
show me your smoke & you can see my mirror
& we'll run away like we understand eachother
when a society sells more superficiality than sincerity
who needs honestly when bullshits currency
this pen is methadone medicine & we're all out of heroins
but if you cant beat them
join them
& be institutionalised
by escapism's prison system

I don't hate all humans really
just the ones living.

*Psycho Killer-Talking Heads

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Thomas Hannah

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