Nick McCabe

An ordinary day 
leaves extraordinary-feeling weakly 
seeking bodily escape 
but you can’t get it out 
because an ordinary day 
is just a rich man getting rich  
with data on oil usage, fat intake 
clothing style, sexual problems 
bowel movements, soup choice 
driving patterns, health failure 
insurance policy, driving metrics 
the stirrings of reptilian cortex

host organism used by 
parasite corporation dictator priest dependent shrink algorithm spy
surrender secrets and feed on freedom 
til you stumble home jetlagged  
and press Go on microwave.

New man learn new thing today.

Maybe some boring firstworld shit went off the rails--
men with time to be humanitarians arrested.  
More stirring in the theater of the senile. 
Children aimlessly correcting dementia. 
Hitler had some good ideas. 
I support the president.

The cat fought you for a fucking porkchop.  
Trash night. Work tomorrow  
if you just keep going. 
Frigid air.
This is music. 
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One such evening watching baseball  
til the life of Rimbaud seems absurd  
it's clear I don't inspire shootings  
and hiking Alpine blizzards  
is totally cliché.
Gun runner just rumors 
slave trader to prove 
yeah my word was the opposite  
of illuminated.  
Then die dramatically by African worm.

Do I still struggle for what he lost
because I am a fool? Or closer than he ever got?
Hello it’s me it’s me calling out. Are you there? 

Nobody’s there. 
Read a fallen angel 
there is every reason not to envy. 
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A chain reaction of suicides 
takes us past the corporate coffee grind 
interstate copier tragedy--

the latest luxuries' explicit scenes   
scoffed at as over-the-top (
Warmflash! Superminus! Positive zero!
a gold rush of nomenclature 

a misunderstanding of mortality

paranoid stylings and symbolic lies 

) like a man going through his time 

who marries a cowgirl   
who dies of his sadness

minted in a piss fountain.

I couldn't help myself be much more handsome
in the glorious ballads of supermarket cinemas
choosing canned beans after work for the devil
as I tried not to drive into the retaining wall. 

I still believe in Nick McCabe.