I'm sick and tired
of this plastic existence
devoid of meaning
as walls collapse around me
and whores beckon me
to join them
in their merry parade
of Paris Hilton moments
I had a vision
of the city on fire
people in a flight of panic
concrete on fire
even though concrete doesn't burn
upside down
and inside out
the world keeps turning
and I keep yearning
for something more
than passing spectacles,
false dichotomies
and the choice
between one corporate puppet
or another
I had a a vision
of buildings collapsing
and people ducking for cover
the apocalypse -
enacted upon hallways of apathy
31/8/08