The Million Dollar Poetry Project

maybe impossible (in spite of trust)

by Wolfgang Nibori

you gotta feel it, revulsion at drinking a bottle of urine
memory of a needle’s sting, you gotta feel it
slide inside of you, to leave some, to take it away today
you gotta see it there, lying on the side of the highway
because no one knows your pain, no one can understand, we can’t relate to the way you hate
a spider scrambling up along your body, you gotta feel it
sick, tired, worn and shaking beneath the tent top
i can hold your hand yet i am never you
and so i never know, i gotta feel it
the last shot before you pass the fuck out
you gotta feel that
if you.. if you…
if you feel me?

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Air Squared (System of Invisibles)

by Wolfgang Nibori

welcome to the land of the Free Credit Report
infernal financial jungle where credit scores = credit scars
your line of credit becomes your identity
with that identity comes a shiny new risk: identity theft
your cheating neighbors take mortgage refinancing to skyscraper levels
they gut your numerals, play at being you, create a database doppleganger
yanking away your integrity, bruising your chance at home equity loans
since they’ve become you, too, squeezing your ability to borrow
until it’s wrung dry, worthless in the wind
another by product of Air Squared

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