(buried) Like E.T. on Atari

home is where you fit in

strange is what you do not know
uncomfortably
so

christ is f*****g fiction

and down range is where the many die

and deranged is what's brought back from that
subtly  

a very different person
hidden
in the same old place
strange
now home is where they do not fit
in
so much, anymore

how the very easy turns 
into the very hard

now strange is all that's known
now
ugh
how ever did it come to this?
i guess. . .
of all the stories
saved
and still remembered
in  my brain
it is only the suffering that i still feel
with any feeling
as a debbie downer
( ya fuggin p***y )
bringing avalanches of unwanted thoughts
declaring things like. . .

home is where i'll lie dead
in a f*****g grave
underneath a non descript stone
re-becoming earth

again
slowly
fitting in
again

clean
erased
at peace
as nothing
not even horror
(the terror; the terror)
plain forgotten
like a toy god
who sucked at god-ing
left underneath
some forgotten landfill
like E.T. on Atari
another bad bet
on behalf of an entire generation
(buried)

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ana B.]

This is clever, unintentional or not, i don't know, but pretty neat how you managed to entwine the acrid flavor of life failures and a video game burial. Perhaps these two subjects are more relevant than it seems. After all, seems we're certainly entertaining someone out there and waiting to be buried...

[Davidgeo]

Thanks doll face. I totally meant to be clever intentionally. I swear.