Safety in numbers, our way to security.
False camaraderie will sustain us,
guard us from reality;
that cold dawn that endeavours to impinge
upon our dusty isolation.
Attempts to force us to re-evaluate
will fail if we remain consistent,
let no one stray from our downward path.
We are one
sisters and fathers, mothers,
brothers of the useless lives
caught out a million times
protesting innocence through ignorance.
On a higher scheme of things
all lives are useless.
Illusory, ephemeral, transitory ghosts
in the concrete posts of dead-end streets,
whiffs of aural smoke from woodbine souls.
In this open pretext there exists no pretence,
admissions of hopelessness appear noble,
base and apex coincide
in this rundown surrender.
Detachment is the goal
and the asinego choir
brays its unholy assent
now and forever.
Illustration Nick Victor