Aliens Have Come

Where is the place that I can disappear?
Who will take this nagging angst?
I am a mask, a sexual identity
I am a position in a lost world

She decorates her face like a mannequin
Gives herself away not of lust but doubt
Cogs, machines, souls without life
Hollow empty winds blow over the land

Pleasure only lasts a short while
Run for the shadows of anti depressants
Kiss the dark night of starless mirrors
Orgasms without love, without heart

Chains rattle in Kafka's castle
Strangers in beds of Roman feasts
Vows amidst luxuriant shared despair
Dreams filled with gray Viagra drones

Sex for sale by the money changers
Sex without love for the spiritually dead
Sex as a compensation for a lack of life
Sex as a anti depressant for joyless cogs

Bland poetry from the face lift
Soma from cable TV
Everywhere the herd grows
Invasion of the body snatchers

The Aliens have come
a recent poem of mine


© 2009 Joseph M Narusiewicz (All rights reserved)