tazer eye

she was of scholarly virtue,
well read in all the classics;
from tolstoy to voltaire
dante to mark twain.
with zeal so many tried
though their intentions
were nothing pious;
they used all the classic lines
and with one stare they were denied.

psalm for a simulated reality.

ignited and inhaled
i'm becoming a part
of the scenery;
a painting on the wall
camoflaged within the trees.
an identity lost and found;
only to be misplaced once more.
wrapped in winter
a decorated box
left by the door;
lying in wait
there's no point in direction
we're travelling together
not at equal pace
but with the same destination
always searching for a cause;
a catalyst for conversation.
in a dream
i dreamt a song;
a sound track
for those wandering souls
overwhelmed by the stimulus
all we need is a little flavour,
something with which
to paint our tongues
as the sirens sound
another victim has been claimed
on the television
stuck on repeat
when the warning bells sound
does it mean we should leave?

illusions of the mertic system

i guess this ends now;
the philistines have spoken.
they call for surrender,
from the balcony ramparts.
the cities will choke
on deep fried dreams,
their veins sting for petrol;
haircuts and labels.
the brightest of colours
the biggest of trucks.
we had stong resistance
and over-priced vodka.
the whores moan for love;
not money or drugs.
there's no serenades
when the philistines sing.
while the homeless feed
on the stares and the jeers.
these prophets are false,
they were already drunk.
so we don't leave house
then all screens attack,
we've messaged our votes
and purchased our tones.
the vices stay hidden
in the perfume of pages.
these headphones are armour
not pedestals or masks.
we weren't subscribed
but the philistines called
they have our number;
we're on speed dial now.