Jared Leibowich

Death to Self-Consciousness

From Nowhere in America,
comes everything in America.
A scientist of signs
can tell you a whole lot
about this place
and everything it represents.
I’ve been taking a drug that makes you feel nothing;
self-consciousness killed the human spirit.

I don’t believe in discourse.
I don’t believe in dialectic.
I just wanna ride the trains
and kiss beautiful women.
so let’s erase the past
and I can be naked... and I can be stoned...
and I can be on my own...
chips and flecks of hope.
finally.
get some sandpaper skin on my face
with a sandpaper grin in its place.
getting by with crumbs of money and
trying to catch the eternity of the split second moment
before it races
                  down
                      a
                     shitty
                 drain