Tag: dystopia
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Psyber
Shock ignites the breaker board Awakened at midnight, his impatient nixsynthesis His fixtures enable him to realise the past Smudges along the windows, barely discernible He tends toward the room’s left-hand side Souls snared by bright blazes; his cyclopean camera’s aperture repeeling itself like a cyborg orange Gently tracing a blood stained lintel, his fingers…
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Automatonsure
A buzzing fly distracts your private grief How irksome and vexing Not vexing enough to stir you Silent, the nanotechnology scans and analyses your apartment Its sophisticated mind a dervish prayer of vectors Sigillike circuitboard alive with dragon energy, jolting the wires Reject the world like the Irish church rejected the roman haircut Ejectors injectors…
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Doing Deliveries in the Rain
My eyes glaze over like windscreens on Ganymede A vast cave, tight nicking the sides, full of evil seeds Cold crystals in my eyelids like diamonds on a spiderleg Highway hawks above it all Talons clasping camera’s hood Sickly night light flushed Big kinky bruised arse of evening Lunar albinism of bright black clouds A…