The clocks strike stagnant;
ten macabre minutes
Snoozed alarms shriek like
Caffeine seeps dark circles
Into the anti-life
Bracketed inside an everyman’s land;
today’s horizon casts a conveyor curse.
Tomorrow is an hourglass of endless sand;
commuter carcasses atop motored hearse.
A fluorescent black hole;
cold air furnace
Round backsides wedge into
sad square cubicles;
The lobotomy bosses posture;
caged cretins with
Into the apathy
Wealth is the crutch of the white-collared shirt,
the army of shiny-suited puppets will never take
the blue-stark thrills of the gentle men in the dirt.
The grime trades daily in boardroom handshakes.
The ant-farm ambitions of
per se plebeians;
nodding domino dystopia;
Vomit-coloured tea leaves
swill chipped china;
Into the anodyne
Hoodwinking hierarchy is a higher anarchy,
the filth-soiled empires bedrock filthier lies.
Money’s tiny scars are slave-spoiled currency;
square screens sighing under monotone skies.
You’re still here.