The Absence of Wavelength

Garbage and Katie’s Meanderings

Recycling Propaganda And Myths of Self-Perception in an Ambition Driven World

To whichever song moving me now…

Yes, Katie
floating plastic bags
(garbage to you) are
elegant, ethereal
to the sore eye
yearning for release

send us upward
to the benevolent sky
dream in a tree
stuck
dare fly higher than hovering clouds
but magnetic gravity is reality
whenever eyes roam
with thousands of light, plastic objects
manipulated on unseen strings
twirl a make-believe dance

we're destined to fall to hard ground
broken
with man's machinations
ready to bury
dispose the extinguished
dreaming no longer

sorry, death had to be so cruel

reformed optimist
conformed realist

living in the shadows of Joel/Jeff's realization, slapping Abed hard in the face, yet no awakening from this dream, reality.

don't you become a part of the character you are
will forever play
because you are everyone's
plastic bag?

That's not how I saw that going...