Triggered by Lorna:Home for the weekend

Goodbye Dr Stanley..

 I am a dripping weak strip of me, oozing puddles in bled pounds of emotional scrawn. That hasty bit of gristle between the squeeze of blasting sound. The spirit god again drowned. Reduced down.Vibrating broken meat in loose, abstract, heart- forgotten folorn. The me in me has gone. Strangled by the waves; high frequency beats of nothing; little molten blasts' euphemistic bleats of destruction;  injecting and burying. Every round - stray voltage sewn in, multiplying through skin. Rattling old nerves; The ever present sorrow. Modern existence is blurred behind blue screens; lulling the soul into forgetting;  lulling the zombies to sleep. A world of hidden hammers, and horrors homed in. Dug nails and coffins ito teeth. Bled down to nothing, human kind becomes old scraps of melted skin. MB

Art by Cathy Hegman