The citizens have pencil neck form.
Busts made from plastic,
Melting. Not burning.
Strangers beguiled to embrace
A window shopper stance.
-Leaned over like a whore-
Find porcelain winks on stoic faces.
Molded to create grins
That blush and curtsy.
Proper obedience of possessions.
When the drone identifies diction
Command desires abuse, there will be a
Good-by to a whimpering analyticity.
Chaos will reign
As the denouncement of ownership
Depletes the Credit Score to zero.
I pointed to my ear,
Kept the hole open
Like an anus.
Treated the clamor
Of dropping bombs
Like fecal matter
Descending into a toilet basin.
With each contemplating thought
The frontal lobe recognized
I cleaned an understanding of dead bodies
And shrapnel from my lucid state.
I bathed in dreams of fluoride
Because it was the freest sanitizer
My fantasy desired to entertain.
I slept in a sewer grate,
Regarded the patter of vermin’s feet
Over my body
As a free massage.
In the morning
Was shot dead
For urban camping.