Clean-Tasting World

With its five-pointed sky and powdered light,

This glass world stands.

Steady looking in its fluorescent lights.

Calm in each plastic wrapped day.

Clocks killing time into seconds,

Like butchers in bloodstained aprons.

But underneath this world the ground shakes.

It’s time!

Rattle the cases and beat at silicone smiles,

Burn some Virtual cash, and scream

At technologies soundless communication.

Sing your problems to management,

And dance to the sound of the storm’s growl.

Soon the world will speak in ferocious laughs.

Then it, the endless parade of Fake

Will all die in one puff of glittery smoke.

Escape!!

Blaze and sail away into that eyeless morning.

Because it’s sad that some never danced for free.

                                                ~ Karen Green