ToastedGhost

ain’t no juice without an orange

Her face is clean, Sunlight clean
And digest the dirt and stains
ordinary faces leave behind

Did the phone just groan?
this has to happen when I’m alone

Drive in pump out
What horrors lurk beyond the creative coating of mayo gherkin and mono-sodium glutamate

Hide your sticks
don’t let him see
Too late
Too late
His eyes fixate
a smirk replaced by glee

A global capital of heroin and speed
help repress the nations need
injections of a harsh reality
a nation stripped of all morality

he men in suits
do what it suits
their prime objective
commercial goal
seize the power
take control
pollute the waters
then the minds…

whilst sofas
slowly suck the life force
from couch potato voyeurs

she hadn’t gone far down the road for the bus
when her left leg started to make such a fuss

No hero has emerged in years
Ghosts and demons
occupy her head
every time she goes to bed

Emailing strangers but not knowing neighbors
Let’s call it "Communication"
Anorexic models parading catwalks
Let’s call it "Fashion"

Beyond bone and plastic
metal case and concrete floor
over balconies and bridges
bypass gate and wooden door

The TV crackles into action
Spewing it’s contents into the room …