Mass Hysteria


Listening

to car tyres screech

on dust encrusted

tarmacadam;

gristle’s twin.

A street pastor’s speech

from pavement pulpit

as Eves and Adams

grimace within.


Mysterious

one-sided telephone

conversations – brush the air;

painting; polyglottal prisoners.

History is

forever rewritten – prone

to vacating

…forgetting it was even there.

St. Folly’s got new parishioners;

Mass Hysteria.


Orthodontic

is the undercurrent;

sautéed commuter,

parboiled carriage.

Neurotic

masticating servants

enslaved inside computers;

cyber-cabbage

crunched caustic.


Over the nest, free;

Cuckoo-faced;

One flew. Pidgins

peck at plastic cups

with a hope to digest

commerce.

Cardiac arrests meet

fate-laced

rued derision.

Plastic and corrupt:

un-laminated life we lament

in a dot-com hearse.


Overtly oppressed, we

praise avarice and fame;

and our new religion

of Selfishness,

teaches us to self-destruct.


Demockracy


There were selfish celebrations

While we were locked inside

Salubrious salutations

Meant irony did not hide.


Pain, anger and dirt fills

The way that we all feel

Going around in circles

Like a hamster in a wheel.


Once you’ve seen the bigger picture

You can never then return

To believing shallow scripture

That the bourgeoisie then burn.


It’s a time of utter travesty

And Orwellian hypocrisy

Getting hoodwinked by humanity

In deceptive dead demockracy.