Sucks...

Disorders

give us something
to think about while the mindless masses
absorb processed dinner entertainment
reheated and garnished with Tabasco catchphrases.

Disorders

give us something
to talk about while the countless minions
lie--open mouthed-atop
semen stained silk sheets.

Disorders

give us smoke ribbons
that twist among pedestrians
and curl between potential conversations
until the clouds dissolve
leaving only a scent on our sweaters.

I just wanted the world to know, that I love Maris, and you should too. (and now, you're famous!)