Synthetic Eye
No words that I've written can be left unread
No secret memories can be left unsaid
My mind is tourettes with two seconds delay
No vines at my waist can constrict my say
They grip and they bite, they scratch and they chafe
They try to restrict me from keeping them safe
But I can't let myself blink, for I know I will miss
A punch, a theft, a step, a kiss.
Truth Changes
A riptide of hate infects the pages
And false truths move through empty cages.
Knowledge: removed by a faceless thief,
(One smile will distort broken seconds of grief).
The Chef's Special
Chain-gang children shuffle their feet
Twitching to the rhythm of the advert beat.
They wait for the scraps down Restaurant Street
Then sneak to the Pale Chef's private suite
(Where sweeteners pickle in clear deceit)
Yet their harlequin smiles still continue to eat!
T. Grayson