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Looking Over Cliff


Gradually the abyss is normalized.


(To be continued…)








… Like when,

young and up too late,

you fall asleep in front of the TV set,

and subconsciously imbibe,


all of the nastiness

in the worst possible way.


you awake.

… Tomorrow’s hope disintegrates.




Senseless violence, you say, as you shake your head,


Problem is, it’s not senseless.

For the perpetrator the carnage has a reason.

For the victim, the crime is anything but devoid of sense:

it assaults every sensory preceptor in their body,

chews them up, and spits them out.


Immoral and illogical,

but not senseless.




Casanova and Byron,

bastards both, apparently.

Literally and figuratively.

A TV documentary informed.


A repulsive word,

somehow back in fashion,




like cunt,

and a virgin


for the fifteenth time.





the powers that be

decided to be…




sow yet more frustration…

Induced dementia…

Two channels:

one showed chess,

one fencing.

The switch on the set,


allowed me to change between the two.

Frankly, I couldn’t decide,

(a bizarre kind of dilemma).

My mind numb,

confusing commentary,

I wanted to understand,

instead I felt dizzy.

Totally overcome.


I fell down.




Superheroes, cops, agents, and the like,


enter commercials, adverts…

selling banalities, souls, and the perverse.

Blaringly loud,

music jingles and clanging voices,

capitalist, consumerist overload…


The TV seemed to be stuck,

it was dementing,

I tried to change the channel,

I tried to switch it off,

I tried to turn it down,

it wouldn’t budge.

It was torture.

“Welcome to the future!”

boomed an ominous tone…

If this was that,

the 21st Century,

then I was glad to be inside,

outside society,

to live and die,

hopefully in peace and alone.




My captors gave me a small television set.

Only two channels,

it reminded me of my childhood.

What were my captors thinking?

Those superheroes of TV,

fighting evil and blasphemy,

week after week,

the kind of shit that would send

normal people into breakdown,

but *they* bounce back,

again and again,

with a smile and a shrug,

to fight another day,

never tired,

never scared.

They are a bad example.




They told me it was the end of the world.

Saddened, upset, I gradually adjusted

and came to accept.

Prepared and at peace,

I waited.

And waited.

And, alas,

the end didn’t come.

Tomorrow was as yesterday

and my peace was gone.




Something about love,

Valentine’s Day, so they say.

… Platitudes hollow.




I didn’t read, listen to, or watch the news today.

Sadly, I still know what happened:

Pain, despair, treachery, with occasional meaningless triumph.

Murder, torture, one way or another, war.

Rape, perversion, violation, everyday.

Sigh, alas.

In a way,

I don’t need to know the details,

it happens, I know it does,

yesterday, today, tomorrow,

that’s bad enough.

To know…


Sick, sad society.