The sex pistols ride the shoulders of the polio victim
surrounded by the shrouded of body
and the shrouded of mind
Conformity fingers it's way around the counters
consuming its victims as they consume burgers
mirrors of fingerprints
throw back blank stares and fumbling indifference
parkas and dullness rustle about
jostling with hats and bags of boredom and
heads full of fares and timetables
flakes of skin peel off over scratched forrids
settling on dirty shirts and displeased trousers of
narrowness and unflared vision
piles of piles press plastic seats in
a pleasure dance of pain
fingers push their way into chemically enhanced
piles of carbohydrates and cancer
A kiss rings out like a cannon
meanwhile the boredom turns its head and
tries to stay bored
the directions find no direction and
the meanings are ill defined
1989
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