Konnu

Madness, lurks around the corner in situation-angst vampire serials,

Madness, full-blown: guts n' thunder urban suicide,

Madness, under controll by lab techs going the extra-mile, in technology cloister;

Madness, profitable in cartoon anima, ridicule re-run of every folly, celluloid projections;

Madness, non-existent in travelogue-after global-investigation

sending scientist-priests to cast eyes upon the still, vestal vista

and tag the instinct-driven for the couch-potato emperor to lust upon;

Non-existence is oblivious to the unseen vampire in the mirror,

Suicide, the fast-food drive-by priviledge of the emotion absent,

Isolation, in amber until expiration,

Profitability, an end to global-warming ending,

Machine-age, the darling of homo-sapiens manufacturing itself unconsciously

as long as oil doesn't shine and desert walks not,

Art, the interstice between warp & weft, going & coming, getting & spending,

Environment, who we are retarded...Space, our greatest fear...cold, ribald, thief.