you take a piss,
flush,
and a drop falls
on your boxers
forming the Mandelbrot
set
but you dislike Pixar,
Disneyland,
the world.
a whole universe of
piss.
we need more truth,
more beauty,
more love.
Jeremy Kyle's on TV
endless documentaries
about the rise to power of
Adolf Hitler
and looking around
observing it all it seems the
world has become one
long episode of Geordie
Shore.
we lick at it like an old wound
unable to let it go.
the philosophers,
the poets,
the prophets,
and artists
are not on TV.
we have had no higher
influences,
the lowest common denominator
has become the highest
and i am left wondering
if it turned into this
because all the good lofty men
and women
were cast out long
ago,
or if this is what we wanted
all along.
YOU ARE READING
Alone In The Machine
General FictionThoughts and ideas presented loosely as a novel. First draft.