concurrent moments…

a child’s
body
effloresces
miles
from the nearest
oasis
no
sounds but the wind
and
dry sand
obscuring
the body
in
land
destroyed
by man
making it
a child’s grave yard
a drink
tasted
was sent back
with
appropriate
angry looks
of
utter disgust
since
it was
obvious
the martini
had
far
too much
vermouth
making it
undrinkable

as if things weren’t bad enough…

posed scenes
photoshopped images
revealing
life
as
it
really is
contrived emotions
layered over
suppressed boredom
and
fatigue
from
the pretense
happy little housewife
with
numerous children
playing war games
with
the neighbors
on
neatly manicured lawns
soon
the little darlings
will don
all black clothes
and
sacrifice
their skin’s virginity
to an array
of tattoos
to proclaim
their independence
thus
conforming
to
the new
way of rebellion
by
selecting
their personalized manifesto
from
a catalog
of
photoshopped images