great wads of self

i hate them
the loud crowds
 eating bacon burgers
entering

to touch sloven grease like grace

 putting mouths around wads of useless words angling into souls
mouth with flick of eye-phone
 everywhere a

feeding of distended empty soul
a feeding given from the global market handed by corporate consciousness from

all across the global village walmart smart as their children are without thought but thinking
thoughts from big-brother

all smoothly put
all well heeled in synthetic synthesis

as sitting in a plastic chair I  stare, hearing from behind me

a grim laughing voice.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I've not been all about reading lately. But then I didn't realize that you had posted anything new. Your words always cut through the darkness.

Your latest review pretty much knocked my socks off

be well, dear friend

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the world as we rue it in 21st century disgrace without human grace~ sharp impact of the ink you've spilled here~