Crisis!
what control centre?

modified and like starch
they march us into line,
please
speak into the mouthpiece
and insert one more dime,

Jesus H Houdini
no one could have seen me
waiting
waiting
vegetating,
I must be obsolete,
that
control, alt, delete,
and you've got it
on your keyboard too!
are you with them?

I'm not sick,
I'm not mad,
I'm not disappointed,
I'm not surprise.

Look closer, Hear me more.
Can't u see?

I'm hurt.
It hurts, so bad.

When people say depression
What they imagine is someone forlorn
But you will never see me frown
They could never tell I am down

Am I good in acting?
Or is it on lying?
My smiles and responses are automatic
You can never tell I am a lunatic

Will someone discover
The truth down under
No time to discover
Till I am six feet under

if we could get together and make the world unite
the future would be different life would be so bright.
we could love each other the way its meant to be
the world would be a better place with a life so free.

hand in hand together across the human race
and the world we live in would be a better place
a land of only peace with a life so free
the world would come together the way its meant to be

To me,
My words,
Are my thoughts.
Milk in a pan drifting,
Lazily in mexican waves,
On tiptoes with fingertips,
Stroking the three litre line.

to you
my words are
the time you blinked
and clots of milk swelled into pregnant pufferfishes
and a siren hissed incessant incantions you swore fate birthed to hex your mind
and a trident foamed at the mouth relishing the theft of nature's permission to shapeshift  into a lightening bolt and to zap your stove a blistering white in three times ten to the eight metres per second