Virus
by Black and White Elephant
“Everything’s coming to a grinding halt” – The Cure
Stop.
Hate.
Cherish instead. Perish instead.
Feel our mortality. Feel our fragility.
Does death feel lust for our lush, fresh, flesh?
It slithers and lurks in the darkness, invincible and always victorious
Yet those who are alive, always strive, until we arrive at our meaningless ends.
“Who ever dies with the most toys wins!”
Whoever toys with death loses.
The crowds panic in a frenzy of self-preservation.
Others cling to the skirt of Denial, who caresses their blind eyes with long soothing fingers.
The enemy is always nigh. Seek out the enemy! Destroy the enemy!
Hate! Kill!
Start.
Stopping.
It’s only you against you.
Isn’t it always?
Subway
by Black and White Elephant
Embark at your discretion
Be discreet with your expression
At the meeting of man and machine
At one with plastic and steel
Glass window and wheel
In the dark tunnels
Of neither here nor there
We acquiesce to its stubborn disposition
Unaware of our position
In a maze of amazement
Hastily hurtling helplessly
Toward our destination
Where do you get off?
It goes to show
When the doors open
They always know
So, don’t smile or flinch
Or move an inch
Lest you betray your composition
Of flesh and blood and intuition
In a place where words are taboo
I don’t think that you
Could get a word in edgewise
For a word to the wise
They are not mute
But in dispute
With the urge to vocalize
As lines of struggle
Mark every face
Mark my words
There is a place
Where we all get off