Poetry

toys

written by: alf hickey

turn on your ray gun
cookie monster man
chuck another life
on your barbie stick

eat, eat
civilized cannibal
package another person
you bastard

give me another switch
to turn the hope off
another plastic card
to proclaim my empty wallet

your soul is a hole
deep and wide
in which I'm falling
climbing through your gas

and suffocating
because it stinks
each breath proclaims
your rotting dead core

I am your jury
for I see it all
you depend on me
your webcam slave

while you waddle
in your grey suit
on a black street
in that stupid life

they groan
and the earth groans
it spews like I will spew
years of violent pressure

to the vacuum it erupts
till the sky turns white
your empty cavity will burn
space will burn

and zap me for my words
you retro sci fi clown
aim toy to inside yourself
for I too am you