A flickering horizon of static
a gathering swarm of neon priestesses
flashing us
tempting us
awakening our inner animal
we want you
wanting
because we want you
this is the airbrushed image
of our culture
the Church we are expected to worship in
granted, there are many things we are better off ignoring…things like the truth of what those lovely creatures are whispering…
we use you
because you are willing to used
we take you
because you want to be taken
for a ride…in our arms
still, we must rejoice in this perfection
the idea that feeds our constant craving
the wanting that only leaves us wanting…more
we must force a smile, even if our faith is melting
with the flame that shows the Barbie to be hollow
we must be laughing in the selfies we are posting
even if our religion is teetering
like an idol placed on a teetertotter
yet, blown by the winds of doubt
we can’t help but wander
when our lives grow unstable
we can’t help but ponder
when we see that the neon dreams we were sold
are only nightmares
dressed in expensive clothing
bought with credit
we can’t help but wonder
if there is anything better…
