Just a beginner
at finding the contrast between
the poison flowering in the oleanders,
and the blindfold steeped in
warped ignorance – a cybernetic hemlock.
Frolicking in a virtual reality
with a graphic fallout
encrusted with a stiff pessimism
forming around a gutted hostility,
the crowd howls for the prospect of
a gruesome horror,
like a face shagging a hacksaw.
A sadistic alienation is
created by the diabolic applause,
first one to bend will be torn apart
by the cannibalistic swarm.