Wednesday, March 30, 2011

SUB-URBAN APOCALYPSE













A pale moon rises
in the afternoon
While society waits to be told what to do
A suffocating stillness
abounds throughout
While society waits to be told what to do
A strange cold wind blows
through empty streets
While society waits to be told what to do
A superstitious
duct-taped barrier seals us in
While society waits to be told what to do
A nother long slow night
with no TV awaits
While society waits to be told what to do
A nother tunnel connecting to
another neighbor almost complete
While society waits to be told what to do
A nother neighbor's gristle
annoys the teeth
While society waits to be told what to do