Tensing, and about to move,
Clouds hover twisting with hoof,
Lingo parapentes this flush body:
Hurling shavings’ stop the prove.
A whale, psycho or streetlight:
Moss convenes the hefty truss,
Armoured spears fling to the bat,
Frozen in time to lure the buzz.
Naked! Bereft of pen and paper -
Paparazzi’s might slithers in dipole:
Collision kills this vapour, tribe, vibe;
The soul fraps, flapping a gold taper.
Whence is thy labour parapet -
Where are your stations and grain?
Why are solid requests paraphernalia?
When adjustments are fisture gain.
How you loath me - the self, soul:
Incanting verse and troth to fight;
Whilst proxy, spread, call, sound,
Legitimise oozing, sore canons - tight.
Butterflies come from caterpillars,
The human comes from trait, said dead,
Poesy loves grammatical technology,
And diversity clothes in personal thread.
O self, worldwide! How do you drift?
The miniature scoops cleaving the spirit:
Fine detail creates the abstract flint beside,
And structure charts float the pixel’s sift.
Dominique Webb
The vice grip tightens, the juniper breeze blows
Good and evil are as one and so very close
Praise that which gives you what you will
But is it truly what you need
Finding bliss in ergonomic thoughts
Brings about the lethargy of the free
Empty and vain, a world of tears
Flows like waves of entombed fears
In the final blast a whimper will be made
The silence will tear through colonnades
It will be heard and forgotten at once
For that is the state of being
Fearful and corrupt
H- hide behind, Hot Coffee
O- offer one and sit down
T- talk, with delight found
C- coffee cup from which I sip
O- overture of digestion, very quick
F- feeling better and here I sit
F- forensic negative in a pith
E- easy place for a donuts to dip
E- ergonomic well grained hit
H- here your worries drown
O- only one, now sit down
U- understatement of the year
S- steadily sipping with-in your peers
E- everyone enjoys hot coffee at the COFFEE HOUSE
H- hide behind Hot Coffee
O- offer and sit beside and Enjoy
T- talk and find delight with
C- coffee cup from which I sip
O- overture of digestion very quick
F- feeling better and here I sit
F- forensic negative in a pith
E- easy place for a donuts to dip
E- ergonomic well grained hit
thumb tacked , tackled some say by the thumb,
a
bullied pencil pusher sitting upright at mid afternoon.
so thin his ergonomic spinal robot as he leans back
in his plastic office chair.
peering around the corner, around the darkened tan
hedges of the cubicled garden.
now the carpet does not have thorns but the walls
have thier prickled memo tacks.
the aroma of a polynesian wilderness steams
off of a coffee pot down the isle.
he leans back further to a tipping point,
he has a sense of expectation.
on the wall there is a clock with very
ordinary numbers and hands.
he watches them and drifts a little around the
room to evade the god of all square candled boxes.
he loses himself momentarily in a thinly cast shadow
from a window three cubicles down.
like an ethereal black drape it reaches out to him with
dilicate fingers it breaks up the mundane spaces.
just outside of its grasp a silver cord shimmers,
a tiny spider spins its fibrous faith carefully.
its diligent silk web hung along the ceiling
simple as a puritan church.
My toe just stubbed the stubborn
piano's iron foot;
it really hurts, torments
like a cigarett butt;
stay home, don't walk, doc said,
take a day off or more;
I tried, but now I'm bored to death,
not only sore.
But boredom quickly breeds some crazy
thoughts, you see;
it seems my sleek ergonomic chair
sits on me
as I mull on my desuetude
in ennui
and ache to be stirred as sugar
in steaming coffee !
Reputation is the currency
Media are the bankers
Bank manager lord and master
Enforces the religious template
Template ergonomically askew to the detriment of me an you
Any can be discredited due to the nature of the template
Headlines call in a loan
A few words bring to an end a lifetimes ambition
Saving this currency is a fools game
The media will just torture and mame
The medias power is due to the un ergonomic template
The template is protected by the media.
The templates shape is derived from religion.
Slaves to our instincts
Stay out of the rain and I will reward you with a cosy feeling
Soak up the sun and I will relax you
Deny me my fill and you will suffer comfort food cravings
Have sex or I will make you uncomfortably crave it
Pursue sex to ****** or I will not let you rest
Threaten your life and I will scare you
Cut or Burn yourself and I will make you suffer pain
Eat and drink or I will make you suffer hunger
Breathe or I will make you suffer suffocation
Socialize and integrate or I will make you suffer loneliness
Compete or I will empty you to worthlessness
Instincts torture us for what actions they want
Not complying with your instincts results in discomfort
Obey your instincts and they will comfort you
Ergonomic religion relieves suffering
he sits so smug
and condescending there
in his ergonomic, black
leather chair
behind a slab of tinted
plexiglass
on stainless-steel, to him
a touch of class.
panic attacks and hot flushes
we smile at children’s blushes
embarrassment at the slightest error
fills us with terror
just how should we feel
these emotions they cant be real
am i ill or am i not
you cant see any snot
is life normal
or conformal
society has gone astray
for most have lost their way
ergonomic is the word
please apply it to the herd
sculpted to be efficient workers
the ill labelled as shirkers
free us from this hell
please someone ring the game over bell
round two will begin
we will be led without sin
the truth will prevail
the evil go to jail