the shining white box i draw around my synapses is crumbling

away with the drip

      drip

                drip-feed of senseless misery and i long

for the surface of the moon and the ebb and flow of cosmic flotsam

but instead we are stuck still like a cliff of burning light ero-

ded by piss and sweat

and praise the lord and allahu akbar

and mantras and chants

and the selfish buddhists only in it for themselves and energy

and spirit and all the other weekend hippie bullshit pumped

into gullible idiots brains by a sick machine fuelled by dollar

and decay and the cancerous open wound that is organised

religion which turns blood to mercury and smiles to endless shit

stink misery and each time a tiny glimpse of what we could be comes

around we shoot it in the head so let’s just melt everything down and

start again on an atomic level and this time let’s try not to fuck it

 

up.