Appetites Whet By Lust Poem by Doris Cornago

Too many dark shadows, open a window
Look out to the the streets below you
Too many lost people, inside hollow
Zombies skulking in stalking steps
Victims, wondering what's at the
End of the funnel, tethered by
Goals set by others, minds
On a consumption bent
Appetites whet by lust
Not evident in suits
Manicured nails
Perfumed from
Paris or else
Cloned by
China
Everyone
Else aping
Upswept hair
Fashion current
Approved brands
Colors of the month
From glossy brochures
Mask on surgical ligatures
World wallowing in pleasures
Like a vigorous valving of a giant
Vagina, every corpus hypnotized by
Slogans, come hither for the slaughter
Fancy thoughts, fancy words, fancy lives