Social Security

Something went wrong. Citizen Same sits parallel to Wilton while licking the seal for a joint across the street from Social Security. Everything he owns is loaded on a dolly inside the open air California closet. The blues float from cold ads to a cooler, and on to a folded tarp, to a Cool Ranch Doritos to a collar from the description of a known candidate. Citizen Same sits sideways on the side horse in a black leather trench coat. Lives are lived like account has been suspended indefinitely. Among the shadows while lit from above and banned from the town hall where a lot of pretenders are hosted at. Clarified thoughts are harvested from the users who have signed up for a social security, a preference to hide our faces from each other and from him who presides over the universe.

Interactions are maligned by the captains of censorship who talk no lip. No you can’t do that here like throwing up bubble letters on breathable construction screens. Evening by evening they’re screening what we’re seeing. Privacy has gone public like bad company invading lives. There is no social security because American spirits are being covered up and taken down like graffiti. Tensions are on the rise. Our lives quickly pop, fizzle and go flat. No more soda. The Coke can has been crushed and shelved. Less and less face to face for a blessing because the darkness has defaced our cosmic spark with Cesar’s dressing. Our likeness should indeed be ready for the face to face with the everlasting Father. Something went right.