APOCALYTIC VISIONS

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