Deus Ex Machina

I looked upon the flashing lights of cars, and stars

as smoke drifted in from the calloused cracks in the crust of our skin

melting away the painted blush and lipstick disaster

belching a terrible stench of fumes, coughing immaculate rebirth

handcuffs and bedroom moans of lovers, copulating to the joys of pixilated fantasy

devouring themselves between the sheets

stripped down to animalistic desire and diabolical grunting

until they fell on the skeletal bed frames where an inscription read

“lost love entrenched in the inner moonlight”

all the while people stood by discussing the recent haze

eyes etched out phonograph displays of sound

carrying them through the destructive societal image

of signs pointing to the gorging of everlasting satisfaction

until our fattened brains explode grey matter upon the sidewalk

“what have we become?” “What have we done?”

we have lost who we are, drifting through the four horsemen

crushing the skies above, as electric angels pour bowls of wrath

upon the tombstones within our heads

the life we once knew is over, we are already dead

scavenging for scraps of mental stability

losing ourselves in digital display, connected by the umbilical cord

to the boxes that control our minds and feed our brains

our mother’s of Oblivion

whose voices rise and fall, we are her children

as her voice echoed thought genocide of a generation

talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk,

through the plastic gods within our pockets

whose sounds emoted conjugal delight

nerves within our fingertips

clacking final degradation of the archetype

the birth of innocence was lost,

as the infants shriek in the new era

our children will reap the harvest we have sown

electronic impulses of control flitting through the new brain

causing detox of thought's unexplained

once warriors, now deviants once honorable, now fools

all we want is purpose scrounging around for meaning

craving life.