A foot two steps apart.
Slow creeping cycles,
Shadows grow,
And eat the shoes.
Then heart.
Hand on plastic rail.
This is all there is.
This climb.
This shit.
This curling trip,
Lazy artless lift.
Your feet frozen in fear,
Electrically carried on.
Cogs in mechanisms,
Built on corpse owned land.
A silver spoon in your pocket.
Elitist whips across your back.
You starve for shiny metals,
And the latest iPhone app.
Puppet child,
Strings in claws -
Trademark manicure.
Bourgeois bit,
Saddled debt.
Contract sofa bliss.
Born from dust,
Coughed through life.
Asthmatic wheezing drone.
Settled from your parents death -
Forged in broken homes.
You move,
You grow,
You stay the same.
Step-by-step breakdown.
Then one at a time you're lain to rest.
Tetris.
Robot urn.