A poem for your veiwing pleasure
(untitled at the mo)
Supersonic engines and rockets in command
Commend your soul to whoever wants to have it
Nothing has ever been not in demand
Now how we signal to whoever wants to see this sh*t.
Decaying orbit sputnik satellite collision
Moonlight reflecting nothing too right
Concrete dogs in concrete towns
Nothingness people bringing something up
Bile rising in a thousand muted throats
Cheap plastic people with costly real surgery
Pile the corpses high on the underground
Under the mat – under the water drowned and soaked
Soaked and dead to the nerves of cable
Cable blares out static noise white light
Refocus the camera on the dying
Never too near – robotic remote removed.
Anaesthetic anthems – paralytic cinema through a lens
Cameras on walls – in reality and reality tv
Write the future you want and play the part true.
What do ya reckon?
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