even exposure

aboard the dimming lights

going backwards in the 

momentous divine moment

i pronounce no affliction

with the cultish class

the glassed eyes, glazed over <

that repetition of slanderous death slogans 

carved golden on plastic pedestals

they rise above the peoples heart

no human void of contortions 

lives without the stilled pity

toward a loving stranger

and choose to use them for 

what they can give out

and throw them away

like corrosive garbage

they are dark vacant clouds

floating in a sea of deceit 

walking through a maze

of emotional steeping stones

across the vast wasteland 

of insincere apologies

like boomerangs

returning to the fold 

of depressions grasp

escalating a rapid oxygen loss

around my muted insolent neck 

of mass consolidation 

in your fused thespian

distractions

© 2007 noel utter atmospheric breath