Walk-in Lobotomies

Walk-in lobotomies
Gender-specific catechisms
Black and steel Thermos® bottles
A million dirty cars
Empty like ghostless remains

I live in dreams. Addicted
Can’t seem to reach the surface
Of the so-called real world
Of the so-called school of hard knocks
Can’t keep chasing the carrot
Can’t keep metabolizing deceit
Can’t keep treading water
In the sinking spiral
The Pandora’s Box
The guarded secrets
Of wealth and power
Of secret society
Of bewildered masses
Penitent, anti-depressed
Waiting for the big liberation

Did I miss something?
Or did I forget
The meaninglessness
The doctrines
The reckoning
The fragile hope
The tender aspiration

Save me the trouble
The money and the pain
Enter my private cathedral
Face my gallant guardian
Pay homage to renunciation
And intrepid testimonials

Take my bitter pill
And spawn a million rainbows
Take my tired will
And seed the ancient gardens
Hold my weary carcass
‘Til the moon’s frequent mistress
Abandons her forlorn lover
For new journeys and dimensions
For fresh windows and rivers
For every dreamer who had the premonition
That all fortunes have their toll
And all ends come to a beginning
And all sacrifices are, in fact, void
Of any virtue or import
And all who bathe in antipathy
Save their misfortunes
For dubious references
And perfect futility