Suburban Emptiness Poem by DM W

Behind the brittle dream,
That's sold to us daily,
Lies suburban emptiness:
Permanent imbalances;
Distortions of the psyche;
Silicone breasts & little deaths
Electro pop perversions;
Neon balloons explode
In the ravaged, sordid night;
Endless, abundant images;
Yet so many of us are skeletal.
Convenient spectres deny
The search for real meaning.
Mass surveillance corrodes
The very heart and soul of
Our hard won civil rights.
Prozac generation; so blind
And apathetic. Life's modern
Motorways are filled with
Thrill seeking, speed merchants
Constant car crashes are the
Consequence of one's actions.