Audience Of One

 

 

 

 

 

An audience of one

 

Committing acts of violence

 

Towards the rising sun

 

Without a knife, or bullet

 

Because money is no object

 

Its a nasty kind of fun

 

 

 

Made notes to myself

 

To get over what I needed

 

To resolve, wrote down

 

On the bulletin board

 

I'm way too uninvolved

 

In a world that revolves

 

 

 

I'm an audience of one

 

Trying to calm my mind

 

Trying to steady the hands

 

Out of touch with the times

 

An audience of one

 

Lagging further behind

 

 

 

But I'm watching for subtle

 

Clues, my eyes are glued

 

On all of you, fixated

 

You might say

 

On the minutia

 

Of  wasting away

 

Our days

 

 

 

The garbage is filing

 

My heart, I dump it

 

On the curb, toxic swamps

 

I step through, in an

 

Environment for the disturbed

 

 

 

You cannot conserve

 

All you can't preserve

 

Is a man undone

 

Something you deserved

 

 

 

I'm an audience of one

 

With blinding speed

 

My mouth runs

 

I'm an audience

 

Of one, but

 

Zero is my ideal sum