Surveillance shots
  Little needle tractors 
Digging sewer lines
  in the garden of the dead
Master Spicer

No more fresh micro greens 
  For all the tattooed chefs
Striving forever, never reaching
    taste bud perfection 
Sting of street pharmaceuticals 
     on the loosened tongue
Vodka over ice chasing roofies
   Unbridled lust 
In a careful carefree box 
  Yellow is the color of the rage

Struggling to get it all back
   The perfect bass line, 
       Soulful - Unheard 

Dreams of housing every
   Naive dreamer
Compassion flowing
   Spooks
Pretending to know all
  That will be
Has been 
   Narcissistic narcotic haze
After decades of shaky resistance
   Everyone is fleeing 
If only to a glowing screen 
  Sudden endings, reincarnated
Again and Again 

Bulletproof Burning Flesh
   brings Utopia 
Closer and closer

Dealing in addiction 
  Searching for paradise 
Lusting for perfection 
  Never quite coming
Pumping and pumping 
  Flow or discontinuity
That miser, Death
   That much closer to 
Enchantment 

Then  the silence of infinity 

2/10/2024 SGL Brunswick, ME