tale to tale

Take your tablet,
Swallow it down,
And ingest the plastic feelings.
Bring life into that hollow husk,
By a steady course of orders.

A mirage of false emotion sweeps
Like a gushing of water through an old canyon,
Bringing temporary life to a relic of the earth;
Rinse and repeat.

Feeling better or anything at all,
And that’s what we call progress.
A sudden and factory-led happiness,
Solving nothing, but postponing.

Delaying a growing mould
Of black whispers and troubled hearts.
An ever spreading thought,
Solidified as a wave.

I’ll take two, just to be sure,
Let me stop the over hanging cloud
By this sugary sensation,
And fight off this hurricane,
With a small gust of will.