Where once I wandered free on a field-file,
a file-field, a fenceless farm without security
alarm where all hearts bleed and all arts
breed, now Hell is very quiet, unadvertised.
McBreastmilk, McBreastmilk, feed your kids.
Gentle face erasing cream, smear it in and
let it sink down through the pores of your
skin to erase your deepest down dirt. O
stars the government that truly speaks for us!
Get an extra kid for free when you spend 99p.
Freefall 0800 down your own black hole pupils.
Maybelline you maybe only make-believe
you may be the true mating queen of the hive,
may mad vampires stalk you, stalking walls
walk through your vagrant dreams. I see
state of head is more than Head of State.
Monster Munch can gobble up your food.
Cancerel can always sweeten the stewed-
carfume coffee we sip in this liminal afterlounge.
In emergency please break glass and exit.
Credits at the end of innocence are falling
like numberless lists of fallen autumn leaves.
Soon the plush, red seat will get a hard-on.