Saturday, 31 October 2015

left facing

from the concrete build up surface
that will graze air flow inside out
with friction and danger that size
would need more than cannons to crack
like a swavastika in bondage
they backtrack with preachings of an open grave
just a fraction of existence
clamps its jaws on anyone who claws at the earth
or their hearts for a connection
however masochistic it is to admit
wanting to be like a constant turning
hall on the wall
endurance of lies about lines
from the deepest image imprinted as the last one seen before death
has anyone thought to ask the dead
what it feels like to see eternal pin pricks in the mask seal ignorant
on the level of graffiti brainwashed to a
brutalist mausoleum or the execution hood
following orders face unseen
while aggravated breakage of a sign we all know
female spiders change colour to be invisible she encloses her eggs race protection
easy scapegoats can't fight back
so man-made rock formations interrupted mid shape shift
while internal turbines seethe
the energy has to be released somehow
since man has decided the work is finished
like in silence men can only hear themselves
and they go mad
or freed is a joke
from absolute prison as incomplete abortions
revived to the real world by the stench of synthetic orange
from spray can which a youth posing like he had a sten gun
uses all his power and everything they taught him
to sell us enforced dream-land from a new build glitter ball
vertical stack of taboos safe as a reverse pyramid
unbalanced by glamour horror vibrations
becomes sight dissecting a scream for sun cross
now the artist returns as an amputee from memory
force fed negative electric
this is plague
sold as everything you ever wanted



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