Tom Friedman,untitled, 1996, Chromogenic Print

tom friedman, “untitled,” 1996, chromogenic print

Cheap perfume

and toothless smile

Childish dreams

and broken spine

Daddy’s home

Until he’s not

take a lesson

drink more wine

he’s not selfish

he is kind

he was sad

now he’s done

loosen kidneys

lose the kid

feed the girl

get one more drink

he was gone

all night and day

take a lesson

please behave

take a picture

made in vain

he’s not shallow

he’s not deep

not to show

not to show off

take the money

put it in the bag

go to sleep

never come back

Daddy’s house

is big and large

Family’s not

the only child

dead to me

dead to him

take a lesson

remember him

put the name

write it in stone

he was here

and now he’s gone

You’re never going to escape the things you’re scared of

You’re never going to enjoy the things you fear

The imprisonment of your pleasures takes hold of your actions

And you’re terrified of entertainers

Yet you use them constantly as an oppressor to your feelings

Accumulated by your own views about yourself

Thoughts pour in and out of your head

And into your actions

Your own words are hurting you

Your own moves are tangling you in

You put those chains on yourself and you threw the key away into abyss

Same liaisons are haunting you forever

Every word you say and every time you decide to do anything

You’re haunted

Ghosts of the past are in your dreams

And you wake up afraid they might be real

Your thoughts materializes them

And hold you by the hand

Carrying you into the future they want you to have

Because without them you’re nothing and you’re afraid of being alone

The singers of your agony will chant the song of death in your ear

The carriers of your casket will carry you through forests of wild animals that will eat your flesh

Fear of being haunted or hunted

My thoughts turn into animals

Feral beasts

Running to have me

To gobble up some organs

Of this body that has had enough

That wants to return to the shore

I’m done of swimming in deep waters

Passion

I love cuts and carry knives I love guts and feelings crushed I like blood that drips hot I love pain, he loves me not Find religion,get a purpose Find a God to pray your brains out Find a lover to accept And search him better so there’s no regrets When you cross the street look both ways And make sure you get home safe.

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Drinking was all the rage back then

Now things have clearly changed

They say starving works better

Cause it makes you feel prettier

They didn’t tell you about the fact

That the brain has lost its focus

And it does things to your body

Wanting to become nobody

Heart is feeling out of order

Not even love can put it back together

And your body wants some more

But less is better so I hear

And you must know that’s better to surrender

Cause the voice will eventually get quieter

It kills to know that you need food

But it kills more to put in your mouth

Enemy of happiness

Soldier of death

It announces itself by intrusive thoughts

Speaks loudly in your ear

That you’re shit and that you’re big

That those clothes won’t fit no more

If you put that fork anywhere near your mouth

And you are wide

But not awake

But those shoulders got so big they have a voice of their own

The problem is with those legs

Not that they hurt when you walk

Or that they tremble

But that they’re gross to look at

The recipe for disaster is to get yourself some pills

And laxatives

Cause they promote some thinness, so I hear

It tells me to stop when I’m not even full

And it begs me to walk until I feel like I’m going to pass out

Living with numbers for food

I’ve been handed the math expert diploma

Cause I’ve added and I’ve multiplied

And the answer doesn’t seem that right

So these idiots must be wrong

Cause when a small number equals so much

Fake the number

Fake the face of happiness

Cause in your head you know you will get there

With a little bit of patience

And be ruled by the voice of death.