Poem: Snatchers

 

Snatchers

 

animate posters,

as if propaganda had bred

a living gel, cheeks, chins

of mistrust rubberstamping  

a shellack of custardy

fatalism.

 

this dinge of streets.

this tarnish of behaviors.

this unthought guile thin as office paper

while it wades through days of sloggy hours,

wan from cosmetic mold--

 

a rouge unnoticed

in city after city of hollowed cheeks,

despite the long-toothed force

it took to inject so many spores of mediocrity

into so many hearts

and corrupt the very dream.

 

what an integral invasion.

to pump silence

into the mainstream blood vessels. 

what a disease of bipedal blemishes,

rampant within a warming

of cement vegetation.

 

hotter and hotter,

the skinlike fungus of the mask.

no one can peel it off,

even from their own face,

not without jeopardizing

their weak, fearful name.

 

 

 

 

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7/6/26 ... mods throughout the evening.. .night

Invasion of the Body Snatchers theme