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.

