I love to turn you on

Your anger is a gift.

While
riots break on fragile city
I watch TV
hear fractured necks from corporate dummy Messiah
brother and sister hand to hand
crying the mysteries of the sofa
and the past tense universe
to be saved

I was told
I was given
then forgot the dim existence
the particular situation under which
I met you

Tell me. Did you ever say Hello?
Or was it just my imagination?
Or is it true memory replies only to convenience?

Thoughts know
how to make things happier
how to charge against the strings of boredom
I was just a child
when the beat made it to the city
and cried
and saluted
and passed by
and disappeared
and I don’t remember anything
I was told

So when denial makes us easier
Makes us smile and dance and evasive
That’s when I feel alone and better and beautifully inconsistent