placebo

trapped
in a chatter cage
no rest of the senses
constant and sustained
noise
gets so loud and unbearable
it's so repetitive
so rat a tat a tat
the rhythm, cadence, pitch
all the same.
said many hundreds of times
but claimed to be never heard

bang my head on wall
pull at my hair
silently internally shout
back
shout back
shout
SHOUT
..
it acts as a placebo

politics

leaning left
poor childhood
working is life
blood of the worker
creates the world
money belongs to exploiters
of labour
and those who start at the bottom
have trouble
changing their head to accommodate
success in someone else's world

flat horizon

istanbul
or somewhere like that
the streets are earth
no paving here
people
not like me
not in looks anyway
pasty me
filled with white life
safe without
knowing unsafe

filed
under
a
morning
call
to
prayer