LOSING TOUCH

a million screaming demons
streaming in across the blood brain barrier
retro-viral barbarian code
worms deep into the recesses
seeking out endorphins and emotional response
reving up the cycle past the red line
reducing reasoning
deducting capacity from deductive capability
dumbing down with a numbing round
of designer drugs and celebrity endorsements
parrots in an echo chamber of epic proportions
poor hearing only the eggshell backs cracking underfoot of corporate gods
whether with whistle or bell or whip or warhead
we all fall in line
except for eye on the stars
shot deep into the night
tearing up over dreams on their deathbed
all our brains now on fire
a funeral pyre for the people we once were
so desolate
so desperate
the smoke issues forth from an available orafice
a signal of something forgotten
fast forward to forgiven
point of purchase indulgences
carry us out to sea on a raft of afterlife glimpses
sun bleached and fading
I find you beached as I'm wading
out past the point of no return
perhaps a postcard
no promises

- S. Marvin Tuomala, March 29, 2005