Shockvalue

(inspired by Nirmaldasan’s Quiver of Arrows and its review)

Tell me something about nothing…

 

It no longer tickles my

                Thrill bone

                Love bone

                Hate bone

 

To hear of actual tales of

                Adventure

                Heroism

                Atrocity

 

I want something

That will give me

Cheap consumer thrills

A hot flash

At cleavage exposed

Thigh revealed

 

I want my mind

Disengaged

Freewheeling

Down this

Crazy highway

 

Watch the burning wrecks

Of

Good intentions gone awry

Bad intentions lighting

A bonfire to warm the gloating

Vindictive equilibrium of

Vicious delight

 

Hell ways

Zip by the smouldering hulks

Screaming

‘Ya get what ya deserve ya

Uncaring fucks”

 

Strange empty hollow satisfaction

Acid tears

Burning rivulets

Etch gulleys down my cheeks

 

The old man though pulled me up short

And I suppose you had nothing to do with any of this?