TBH

I hate both Meccas
I hate both Yorks
I hate both Romes
I hate both Babylons
I hate both Egypts
I hate both Atlantases

The ghosts that traumatised me in the 80s have returned with a vengeance at a magnitude that competes with the offspring of Abraham (literal and allegorical);
I only wish I were being metaphorical

Fractured people dangling off mass-manufactured accessories: something plastic fantastic
Humanity has some serious junk
They aren't even been hiding it in the trunk

As the arcs open further up
What's bare is rich and what's concealed is naked
This retrograde is my zombie apocalypso
And I'm not even being crypto

Skeletons walking with epidermis but nothing indigenously nervous or grey
Pretty colours melt each day away
Melt it into the green

The entire perfumes of Arabia can't erase the stench of exploitation bouncing under the halogen like a disco
All I can taste is vomit bistro

Brands of Nimrod scream loud like a genocide
Flowers are clothed in death but do not know it
A perfect haunt for the lord of the flies
But how to open their eyes

My third eye stings from the future
A candle that burns from the ground up
And it's a round up of the herd

What am I doing here among the scornful
I came to peck at the grain like a sparrow
But what I find is a tower of cannible marrow
The karma gnaws at my heals

Get me out of Consumerville
Scrub this guilt dust off
And spray hoarding fairies with insecticide
I wish it would all drown like a nuke waste barrel
My eyes can't unsee the glow

Get me back to shore
I don't wanna be here no more