turn

ultimately there's something about me that makes you turn away
with time increases the invitation of the grey
resignation 
the hunger eats a hole in the stomach wall
and the tongue too starves for the words it does not say

sold

and i looked down upon the world
slowly the mist began to part 
throughout the broad horizons 
artificial hearts 
being sold on every street corner
in every town
in every city a transaction at every intersection
trade a heart for a dollar bill
discard your meals for their newest pill
as material consumes the soul
and purges out pain
polluting the air we breathe
snipping our wings and crushing the free

spilling on the altar
a sacrifice, truth
for all green eyes to gaze upon