The glue of the community cuts the circulation
clumsy fingers clutching detonators
a mediocre ma**acre rattles the floorboards
a prophet's promise rapturing the ribcage
ashes to the heartburn of the second cla**
murder to their mechanical hips
fire to their rigid lawns and paper trails
panic to the sprawling metropolis
it's the boredom that beats you
and the sound of it echoes
one after the other collapsing
these face-brick constellations patronise me
the smear of monotony
a backwards revelation
a small-time swindle, two bit operation
a testament of temperament
a tribute to complaisance
a needle swiftly puncturing the breastplate