Homogenize

Circles. Sitting-down institutions.
Knowledge(Zombie)-churning manufactories.
Think like this. Speak like that.
Don't ask questions. Straighten your hat.


Look like this. Walk like that.
Pick up the damn fork with your left.
Plan ahead. Focus. Work hard. You can enjoy later.
Later when? Tomorrow.
But of course, tomorrow you have to plan for the day after.
But that's beside the point, of course.


Mime thy neighbour. Blend in and disappear.
Camouflage yourself. Quick! choose a career. 
No, not that dress. What? Your life, you say?
Haha, Welcome to Planet Earth. Have a nice day.

Loiter, if you wish

Stay. Just a little while more.
The kettle's still glowing,
This soft quietude is a complete song.
My feet are cold. Thereupon, stay...

Phrases. Words. Syllables. Sounds.
Then there is this. This voiceless harmony.
Time-telling machine, you satanic poltergeist,
Your incessant ticking, gleeful smug mirth.
I see through your sadistic masquerade.

Procrastinate that wistful step,
Linger. Now shutters down. The world sleeps.
The stars, they speak. Hush. Listen.
Nightly crickets, hum to us, your smitten patrons.
Your eyes, they prophecy a forest of unspoken devotion.

Ignore the amber ray of sparkling powder.
Here's a fleshy canopy of my snug shadow instead.
Pour out the milk. I'll fetch the morning paper.
Heavy lids open. I thought you stayed.