Rituals of an Agnostic Machine
rituals of an agnostic machine
Paris in the Mask by Sam Van Olffen
when there’s nothing you can do
but work the lines
dotting the sweat-drenched city
where the steam collects in droplets
along the alleys of your mind
and the drugs you take daily
just to keep you alive
hear the siren crying
this mortal sign
another marker of justice
telling you it’s all behind
just another bolt in the foundation
supporting the commercial lies
that everything will be alright
this time
gazing through shop windows
at who you might become
back to the boxed apartment
above a street named sublime
a tool lying in its box
has no meaning until it’s held
another job to complete
repeats itself indefinitely
so put another pill inside
to stave off chaos one more time
slowly picking the synapse apart
those undulating wires
that only seem to remind you
you have nothing to fight for
except the crimes they invent
just to keep you in line
October 8, 2010 at 8:17 am
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