a farewell to reality
Jobs peddling pizza and bagging groceries,
College classes on vorticism and Frankenstein, Dada and Ezra Pound,
Relationships and children all of which look better though the bottom of a Vodka bottle,
The mind trap of never-ending opportunities and duties to keep the vast Moloch machine grinding;
$10 art museum coffees; cosmopolitan glow and original Van Gogh's leading the primrose path to one-eared tenure in psychademia;
Oh, reality, you great non-fiction meta-satire, I have had it with you...
Let them cart me off in a strait-jacket; This is my farewell to reality