Run-off on the tarmac;
a never-ending storm
does nothing for my mood
as I swerve the car,
dodging the pavement like
the heart skips a beat.
A wheel spins, round and round
and round into
the ditch
where I die by the wheel,
flailing,
gasping for breath
as the airbag smothers me.
-
Appliances and fairy cake;
watching over the spotless gate.
Kids at school with better knowledge
than you were ever taught.
Else you’d know better
than to dip your hand
and zap!
Your brain fried before it
crunches
against the counter.
-
As we breathe, talk and scream
our body takes us hostage.
One wrong strand and there we go;
forever strapped to bed.
Survivors, they kneel and pray
to ancient, random idols,
but no use.
So far gone are we now.
-
A man in his box,
unaware that any moment
the floor could open up,
and walls crash down
upon his skull.
Tossed as a ragdoll
into the fire;
terrified and alone,
helpless but to scream
his final words to the
audience
of rubble.
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