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02/17/16

Turn Them Off

Something from within
A flower pushing up through the asphalt
Blossoming
Supple and tender
But then
The phone starts ringing
Hey Kid,
There is pie is in the sky — Don’t you know?
The trivialization of everything
Plucked and put on
Locked up in a box
Pressed between the advertisements
A microphone thrust in your face
Velvet ropes and VIP Passes
Crystallization
Dead at the root
You can’t just change the channel
You have to turn Them off
Kill the life support
And breathe your own free breaths
You don’t need their permission

Art: Mueller Studios