Waste

My mind is playing tricks again

liquid lover of the multidimensional sound.

Traveling quickly

the silver highway of your voice

awakening all possibility.

I see nothing concrete in your smile.

Who wants reality anyways?

I kneel at the temple of artificiality

erasing all possibility of redemption

in your eyes.

I am numbed by the fate of society

toothpaste grins

and pancake thighs.

The smoothness of butter

with none of the grace.

Hungry animals,

all gone to waste.