Thursday, 24 November 2011

Zero Hour

The first riots
are raging as I write, and who
out there could have predicted
this sudden countdown to zero hour,
all the paraphernalia of our comfort
stamped obsolete, our memories
fighting to keep us sane and upright?


  1. What's going on A? Is this a hacker, a sign of hollowing, are your test victims rebelling, you're going to have to give us a little more than vague italicized rambling. Meh, or have you just lost it, that doesn't sound all that unlikely.

    See you around

  2. Honestly, some people just don't know poetry when they see it.