Andrew Spiess

Written in wrinkles are senseless obsessions printed like incurable diseases.
And on a need-to-know basis, words become contagious killers, saturating the air like graffiti on a wall.
Our minds are easily infested with laughing pests, speaking of false intelligence and very few would rather rot in the corners of sterilization until it’s safe to move on.
We have been told that our heads are full of sin and viruses and disability.
Give me pills. Quickly fix me. Forgive me.
We are force fed the newest diet plan.
We have been diagnosed with profitability syndrome. They tell us we are sick bugs who need them.
Five-thousand dollar burial box.
Headlines and controversy and commercials fed intravenously into our veins. Catheter full of excitement and concern.
The nurse vigorously licks the bottom of a coffee cup in front of a beeping screen.
Entertainment is the late breaking news on the lives of our most well-known, no-talent alcoholics and cokeheads.
This stylish exploitation is a fashion statement.
What they’re looking for is blood on the pavement.
These filthy, self-proclaimed professors wade in shallow wastewater and don’t bother to wash their feet sensibly.
My body feels like a chunk of raw meat, salted and seasoned for the geniuses to eat.
Even as we migrate, the spread bites us.
Our only solutions come in silent syringes blinding sight and attention.
Focus our wrath and cold apathy and see what’s happening.
Take the vaccine, a suppressor in a subtle shot.
Wipe the insecticide from your eyes!
This is the apocalyptic lecture of social skin spots.

animal mind
all I ever want to do is
fuck and fight
we will not speak
we will grunt and howl
bare our teeth and breath heavily
all I ever need to do is
release
release your blood and instinct
salivate in front of a plasma TV
that would be nice

1
Condensed Measures.
Easy to swallow.
Painless activation.
No longer will you burn in meditation.
Have the dimensions of each day deflated?
Do your vital organs lack incentive?
Is every new second tightly
Wrapped in dry latex?
Now you can indulge in immediacy
Like those of the Excited!
Resurrect your mental children!
Fresh from our fever labs,
Liveliness of the mind and spirit
can be reformed once more.
Even tomorrow will stand on its feet
like a new born war horse.
Unleash your inner ravenous cartoons!
Animate your dying future!
For the exhausted populace
suffering from idle time and leisure,
our counteragents offer
a chorus of ambulances
to your auditory walls.
One dose will fill
your veins with sirens!

2
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No compromises. No limitations. No conventions.
At last, we have siphoned the effort from making memories,
removed the clutter of passionate rat kings.
We have replaced the frenzy with empty space.
We have sealed stars with an innovative lid to lock in the astonishment.
For a low expense, the clearest dark can be delivered
to your choice of cavity free of danger and chance,
free of venture.