Is that alright
If I give up
And run away
To grey comfort
Of pale pillars abandoned
By society for sanity
Where weeds play the destruction like
A green cough in the cracks of these temples
Of plasticity
Serve me my café ole
With coffee and espresso
To burn these moments into my brain.
Is that alright
If I pray on my knees
To a dead grey god
Murdered by words
And worship our dying
Magicians of canneries
Where we grey dumbfounded
Have put our friends and mothers
Into the airtight shells
Of a mass market.
Is that alright
If I never speak again
Because a tornado would kill
Me if breathed out
An idea of life.
Where plain destruction
Would not be asked to be understood.

Halleluja.

I want to live a life
To die and say I forget.