Faster food

You eat quickly
pick me
I am delicious

an unhealthy obsession
give it up at confession
you’ll be saved
stuck in an album
for others to pick from.

Transparency is only as transparent
as we want it to be,
but can you see through me if your
eyes are veiled?

Access to info’?
the answer is
no, not available in paperback.

Sinking in subtext
where the
sex and drugs drug me
and you hug me which makes the
nightmares disappear,

what year are we in?
what did I miss?

Nothing matters
we’re being irradiated
sifted, sorted,

Somewhere in the ruins of a
a salvation army hostel rises
giving breakfast if not hope
to the sinner.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.