Friday 12 November 2010

CORPORATE MURDER

Sweat drips, concentrated, like syrup
from the broken backs of noctivagants
The perpetual flower of the floor
becomes a non-descript blur
The undignified task at hand
must be a gentle one
Impossible times are ahead
and the longing for a reprieve
from the stifling heat is strong
As strong as the urine that clings
to every breath taken
Relentless; the day is night
as the musty lilies throw a perfume
at the senses that cannot be ignored
Death; the taste of it
and the smell of overcooked food
to be pasted and scraped across
refusing mouths
Bits of which will end up floating
in plastic brandy balloons later
The memory of forced celebrations
and activities of pointless time
Blankets are good for covering
seeping bandages at visiting time
Supervised smoking sessions cover
the unwanted stench of failure
Success comes in the scent of 'ocean breeze'
and the newly disinfected Jaguar xj
nestled in its reserved spot outside
Holistic menu's and call bells exist as show pieces
but they are placebos and prototypes
spoken of fondly and feverishly
by an over-nourished corporate whore


SRWB 2010

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