These poems are a critique on the civilized world and human organization and all the complications that come with it. Their aesthetic quality is important in conveying their themes with cynicism and disgust. The capital letters are intended to scream without mouths. They have a pessimistic flavor. I wanted them to subtly resemble advertisements. Many of the images are disconnected and follow each other much like the ads in a commercial break or the act of channel surfing. I started writing them three years ago and when I started, I wanted them to feel scary, despairing, paranoid and real to an extent. Our media-driven society can be very alienating and isolating to an individual. I wanted to make a point of how sick and trivial money and materialism makes me feel. These poems were inspired by an overwhelming bombardment of worthless information, credit cards, loneliness, alcohol, expenses, chain smoking, horror movies, boredom, and my empty wallet.
Dancer

Inventor

Mediator

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