Infomercials, by Amory McKeever

In this dark jungle of cement

turn on my high definition life

Away I go on a princess cruise

but only in my waking dreams

My body sits in its own bruise

and my minds too numb to scream

Atrophied from years of coma

yet it wanders around pretending

Imagined angels take me home

lies like this are patent pending

Strap in for a make-believe trip

All wired up to be let down

Connected to this t.v. drip

in a computer generated town

Swallow another fake reality

with every energy drink sold 

All made up of logical fallacies

side effects are dying old

Addicted to living at all costs

Reverse mortgage on my soul

to cure the incurable loss


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Unprepared, by Amory McKeever

Lying under all this skin

phosphorus and oxygen

lungs that ache to breathe again

escape from this dungeon within

Carbon cages of magnesium

calcium structures deep beneath

this tired wrinkled sun-dried sheath

would break themselves for Elysium

Cease to beat that central muscle

that pumps the pain with such hustle

to every appendage I would sever

just to avoid that cruel forever

An endless element of cobalt blue

a life left barren without you

stoke the furnace that melts the ore

and craft the shells for this war

It turns out I was unprepared

for her methods that went undeclared

She came in like a Trojan horse

and slayed me with her intercourse

Convalescence, by Amory McKeever

The brief history of us

was rather dynamic

always changing, growing

but never organic

You were an android

a fake, a fraud, an imitation

just real enough for Polaroid

So I lost an entire year

maybe even two or three

before I found you out

before I could foresee

But you struck too soon

I was not ready

I had the information

but my heart was unsteady

Where I lacked the guts

you did not hesitate

took me down piece by piece

claiming checkmate

Though victory had all but vanished

I survived, I coped, I managed

but in the end I'm still damaged

I said there goes my future

I'll be trapped in the past

unable to move on

I'm all out of gas

Then I read every study

all the research and guides

anything that would tell me

how to repair my insides

But it wasn't a collection

of well written journals

that came to my rescue

to overcome these hurdles

It was just someone honestly

with a shred of compassion

as if by some prophecy

combined all the fractions

the pieces of my heart

into a new one they fashioned

then carefully returned it

back where it started

as if nothing had happened

so a new course could be charted

I thought victory had vanished

that I would always be damaged

but love is more than a bandage

Make Believe, by Amory McKeever

As I lay my head
on this feather fill
I've paid the price
for the unfulfilled
Gave charity
to the over-killed
and when it came
for blood to spill
I soaked it up
and drank my fill
A viking, a warrior
of unbridled will

As I wake
drape upon me the gown
Linens of the broken down
Guardian of the incomplete
Secretary of defeat
Outside the kingdoms of my dreams
I'm just a beggar in the street

As I fall away
to subconscious gears
that wind the clock
of imagined years
inspire a revolution
to unshackle my peers
and give them the strength
to face their fears
When they raise my banner
I can hear them cheer
A rebel, a hero
a worthy premier

But as I wake
place upon me the crown
Champion of a burning town
Master of an empty seat
Captain of a sunken fleet
Outside the kingdoms of my dreams
I'm just a beggar in the street