Look forward, look down
Look anywhere
but all around
lift your purse,
open your wallet—watch it!
Heads down, fingers forward.
Pay no attention to
that yawning gulf,
we know,
it grows greater with every gulp
Be apart—a part
you’re no worm—
you’re a cog
Heads down, fingers forward.
Keep these Great Gears a-turning
as the forests start their burning
yearly offering
offal, yearning
no time—
your wandering mind is
useless, on our dime.
Heads down, fingers forward.
That ache within,
is not your sin
We spin your thread
Ignore the knocking
in your—
Won’t be long
Hold still—
let the invisible hand
do its thing
Heads down, fingers forward.
Does it sting?
Nearly done
Something’s stuck?
All normal
Have a nip, a tuck,
A pill, a fuck.
But don’t get up
Heads down, fingers forward.



Cool rhythm and flow in dystopia
The sibilance and assonance are really satisfying. I am also a huge fan of using italics to quote or differentiate voices in poetry. Really well done. I'm usually into longer lines, but the informal ryhme schema here kept pulling me through the poem.