Adoring Decay
She would like to believe in alchemy
In progress from putrefaction
The city is a composite of wounds, she thinks
Scar-tissue the chrysalis of rebirth
Accounting for the misery she sees
Extracting hope from hopelessness
She sees a man praying in McDonald’s
Lips forming silent incantations
For a meal of ersatz offerings
In the queue
Faces like stagnant clay
Pinned beneath the strip lighting
From this Non-place of super-modernity
The obscure mysteries of shadow, dispelled utter
In their place, a moribund permanence
The anomie of abandon
She flees
Tries to leave behind the sublunary
In search of the promise of decay
Beautiful, natural decay
The withering adoration of time
Instead
She finds only the detritus of the never-ending now
Out beyond the centre and the suburbs
Derelict buildings, faded, retaining
An anonymous integrity
Underpasses, office blocks, factories and bridges
Met with rust-dementia
Dissembling the disassembling
Yet
People still live here
Those we’d prefer to believe
Dissembled themselves
Masking their failures as sickness
In their dementia-rusted faces
Living beyond purpose
She sees only truth
The dead-end destiny of us all
In extracting the hope from hopelessness
There remains only the dissembled lessness
of a disassembled world
Horror Sleaze Trash 