CuMUloUs ColUMBuS

Senseless extortion of cloudy days

Sun waves penetrate the prismatic haze

And a young girl

Eyes rolled up heavenwards

Sighs while crushing gilded lilies

Beneath her gingham dress

The hotel sways on a raft of marbled madness

Whilst sunburned sirens sing ancient dirges of shipwrecked sailors

Cumulous Columbus clouds float agonizingly by

Pierced by the wailing mantra of a Californian girl dreaming

Her skin-deep beauty struggling against the inexorable march of death

Deep blue spice eyes stare wildly at flashing contradictions

As a meat wheel spins by faultlessly

But who is to blame when the lame queue up for hand outs

And the excesses of the worshipped ones

The purveyors of limited choices

Controllers of all the voices you hear

Are carried on the broken backs of the crushed and dying

The crying of humanity against the insanity

Ring hollow in their cauliflower ears

As they infect you with fear

But maybe there is nothing wrong

And you can bang a gong and chant

“Trust us before you turn to dust!”