Rosemary

Sometimes I feel convinced
that a city is a result
of a massive explosion that is
the conglomeration of
so many lives.
And everywhere I look,
I find Rosemary;
I HATE Rosemary.

People spend entirely too much time
building fronts and
spinning lies.
It’s really no wonder
the infectious disease that’s
eating souls alive is named:
Isolation.
And everywhere I look,
I find Rosemary;
I HATE Rosemary.

It’s funny how the
bright lights dim and
we let people pass us by
without even the slightest desire
to KNOW them.
And everywhere I look,
I find Rosemary;
I HATE Rosemary.

We play with numbers,
we play with words,
we play with future’s presentation.
Spin around and
SEE yourself:
what is it
that you’re missing?
And everywhere I look,
I find Rosemary;
I HATE Rosemary.

Don’t be fooled by
what the ‘experts’ say -
when you know you’re
falling apart,
then you are.
And everywhere I look,
I find Rosemary;
I HATE Rosemary.