#commercialisation
The grey ghoul masks, tan mummy wraps,
black witch's hats and corpse green Frankenstein faces
haven't hit the bottom of the bin before
mince pies jockey for a place beside the hot-cross buns.
Halloween and Christmas are squeezed together
tighter than a coin’s width.
Tinsel boy band advent calendars
sell 24 chocolate milestones
on the road to obesity.
Supermarkets offer a sanitised Christmas
religion rinsed away
like bacteria on a chlorine washed turkey.
They trade a childless nativity like
pies without mince;
sultan-less fruit cake;
plum-less pudding;
an unstuffed winter holiday roast.
People wonder where our culture has gone:
we sold it for a midden
of conveniently packaged banality.
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 10:29 AM UTC
Fabricate the world,
tile by tile,
Until the towers sway.
Overlook the foundations,
in your frenzy;
cement them another day.
Let the buildings descend;
frightened humans,
their lives in jeopardy
They felt invincible,
now are vulnerable-
their lives have become tardy.
* * *
the bird soars high above
the streets are empty
its screeches for
we are no more
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
I'm
drowning
in light,
In blinding light:
Lights on cars; and buildings;
and lit up trees lining lit up streets;
Houses with sills all lined in gold
And diamond; silver glitter glued onto mould;
Street lamps; and laser pointers; and
Towers; neon lights dotted with flowers
Of plastic sun; hoardings and billboards,
With bright teeth and skin and red words
Everywhere you turn,
Telling you what you want
And never knew you wanted;
Shop windows; chandeliers;
Presents for that time of year;
Cell phone pylons with twinkling,
Bright lights on top, like Christmas trees;
Christmas trees, with stars and angels
Speckled, Frosted,
Dusted on the tops;
Disgusting glare on sunglasses,
And a smiting gaze along the arms;
Bridges and fountains with gold poured on;
Platinum bands in every size, laying all forlorn;
Bedside lamps; and taxis; and taxi stands;
Every window, but the ones
Being jumped off of;
TVs and refrigerators, opened
Thoughtlessly at night;
Screens shooting onto impassive glass
That used to be faces;
Cameras, going off in quick succession,
Quicker than you can keep up;
I'm drowning.
We are taught desire, in light,
We learn to read in light
and scarlet letters of fluorescence
We are blind,
Now that the road is paved for us,
To the light that was before.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
Lack-luster, in dull
Clusters, tall pylons reign with
Gods that look like you.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC