Avenue Manifesto

by Matt Freire

Pale, colorless white, sketch out of view this throb of life
Discolored and blackened abused and reused
This time it will get you on Manifest Avenue:

The militia commit, the troops are standing by
Grotto in your position, rebellion is in your mind
As skepticism arouses, the tedious revolve nears
The hollow crease unfolds, the turbid twin appear
Throttled with uncertainty, tutored with disturbance
It wheels its vicious face and smashes in your presence
The lifeless turf is gone, your painful staunch is you
No one is around; there is no one there but you

Common is bothersome in this uncommon world

We live in this unalterable fate in this switch of life
The only thing true is your abortive witness of delight
So pier off into nothing this globe is part of you
Withdraw, renounce and languish like a repulsive unwilling tool

There is no intermission there is no unity

The tide is in, moist and dank
The wharf is whither your mind is blank
You’re a greenhorn grasping for the way
Your bloody gossip is scooping you away
Your gratitude is grave coarse and jarred
You wish away out
You whish for the day that it al comes about

Defile and crammed like the last information
You wish for deception or a course of correction
Skin is patrolled by the worst of the clients
You scream out in pain but still can’t deny it

There is a moment of silence,
Your motive is formed
The topic has come and there is no way to home
The tape is still playing; there is no pause in your head
You wish to get out you wish you were dead
You’ve molded a fashion
A moment in time, robed by oppression
It’s left out to dry
In this obsolete repression stains fill the air
There is no one around you
No one who cares

Something so bold, so great with out qualm
You quaff and you swig like nothing is wrong
Then something so faint so whimsical and odd
You fall to the ground and quaver and throb
This dilemma is upon you confused and betrayed
You thought you were free you thought you were saved
Instead you were assaulted ravished in vain

You lie and look up
You look all around
You see what you want but it sill cant be found

You reach out to snare it
But in turn it snares you

You’re paralyzed, pathetic you’re not worth my time
I end it now this last moment in this moment in time.