The sun burns cold,
As the light of day is heavy.
Air, suffocates as we stride,
Filled rooms are empty,
To the soul set free.
Celebrate this living,
Wake into death,
Revel in the joy division
Of petrified choice.
Taste the one flavours
Of lime and water
As you tread on others
With feet waiting to crush.
Hear the birdsong  .  .  .
Not for you but the sun.

Lie amazed in the mobile,
Narcotic of the always
New, device and gizmo.
Break from same in a drug,
Especially designed,
Just for anyone, unneeded.
Tear down your dreams
As they slip into unwanted
Fingers never holding.
Take breaths, only after
They are ****** away,
In the stuns of the mediocre
Spectacles that blind.
Love the bodies who leave
Only their flesh to see.