Flat Affect
Holy white and gutter green,
Wicked trance ablaze unseen,
The will of the dire in sad routine,
Blasted black infernal machine.
Nothing is there
but the eyes of naught,
Slinking around
the natural thought.
Pasting the waves
so calmly to the page,
Channeling whatever
elusivates the cage.
Sickening blanket soiled in hate,
Atomic automaton vomiting fate,
Societal skeletons carry the weight,
Sedating the hooks with sacred bate.
Nobody sees
in the clutch of the air,
No shadows to hide
what’s not even there,
Emollient apparition
on favorable tour,
The lights go back off
as I walk out the door.
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