Commuters

School assembly will train you to wait in crowded platforms 

where morning air is filtered with  loneliness 

suffocating individualism    

in the staid musk of collective silence

Every Tom and dick oxidising the general politic 

collating constructed sentiments

converging in paths of least resistance 

like each were each other's assistants

Right there is where you simulate patience 

though it's too early for spirits to be bothered and you're too numb to consider it strategic 

 

Illuminates tailor the option 

to mobile isolation 

varying the indoctrination 

from the mundane fun game to fingertip television on vagabond sofas 

There's ghost written advertising of new subscriptions to alternate denominations of the same territory 

while remaining herded

In Cairo 

lamposts are tannoys soaring like winged echo chambers to preach to the converted 

smitten with citizenship of the prism 

Tongue lancing their given puffs of high definition rhythmic jingoism in their own moronic morass of indifference

No longer individuals but data clusters bound to a vast global network

casting digital shadows measured in gigabytes 

Conned out of pride

Bemused and aloof as duty is a ruse from amassing taxes to practice bombing on Syrian children 

to nurturing mankind to be the arch nemesis of mankind

encrypted into microchips

as if you and I were chips dipped in totalitarianism moronically marching to the Krishna that lead us to morlocks

Ever ready for the syntax of a Spielberg 

wide angle remaking the exodus from Jericho

while Rothschilds watch from the executive booth

financing Murdoch to convince you at will that you are a hard rock to a nail bomb 

  

Your fearless contempt of terrorism

mustered in this white noise of self-conscious inhibition

spewing out of gasping train doors  

to skull and bones road signs

pointing forward onto Babylon

So deceptive it's anagram is alibis

and the etymology of computer is commuter 

It knows rush hour as its flood 

Each person a drop of its rain 

The offices are drains

New age factories that they sweep their dreams to

adding traction to a vacuum of colonised blue collars 

conducting this process of fossil integrating carbon

morn and evening      

back and forth refining 

the omen of world order 

A daily commute