amaze me machine. | home
a dollar a day keeps the doctor away.
contouring light rims the tips of dog hair, as it blows in the wind
your clever dog just took a shit on your new barbecue grill.
whimpering to a familiar haven he goes
you put your unessential facade back and go smother yourself in green paper.
you no longer hide from your fears
you pay them to hide from you
a table filled with cowards searching for the lack of
but in actuality is not the problem.
so overloaded with plastic heaps of value
missing a certain substance racking in your brain
blind to your own idea of self indulgence
you spent your Saturday shopping for a new coat.
your dog is still whimpering, cold, in the dog house.
you say you're not a materialistic person
but you cried when they took your video games away
and then beat your dog for shitting on the barbecue
again
in retrospect I think I was the last one to ask
"Where have all our apples gone?"