reali-tease

 reali-tease

reality is a racket.

private moments are your savior,

while the rest is combative training.

intimacies are a breath of fresh air

yet electronics steal your brain.

transit is always a broadway show.

you can have a religion 

as if to lick your unsaid wounds,

medicine as a carnival sideshow,

financials as a confessional.

meals are as a campsite collective

or a bunker down on your own.

capitalism is as all night bingo.

family is as either a think tank on break

or a game of twister while in confinement.

sleep is as bus stop recovery station, 

between rides from here to there.

work is performance on stage in the round,

and sex is as coloring in books with no lines.

while self-consciousness is functioning 

as a warzone of experience.

oh and a piece of mind,

no, no, peace of mind, 

is as a moment's passing, 

without any questioning . . .