(20 minute poetry)


If we survive
it is due to
personal drive
but what does it mean?


As I recall
I've seen dynasty's fall
only to rise
making lies of it all.

In this underground
I wander round
I wonder
what
it's all about.

Here are the people
with
blank faces that stare
into emptier places
with chassis that move them
from here unto there when
they're not
where anything counts.

Trapped on the straps
that hang from the ceiling
I have a feeling
it's been like this for years
and when I am gone
when I am done hanging on
another
will come along.

The metronome swings
as I pick at these strings
like I pick over the scabs
of this life.


Mobile.

We can call it smart
(at a push)
play candy crush
what a fukin waste.