‘cranium stock car’

i walk amongst an ocean of stars in a world of shadow.

touch the reflection, obsessive perfection.

the uncertainties of my mind permeate my very step,

a constellation of faces in unfamiliar places.

antiquated notes evaporate electric symphonies

block out the quiet, public silence is a social riot.

no nightly pitstop for the cranium stock car,

the tension’s pinballing, the morale slowly falling.

it’s sardines in a tin can, barrel down first & main.

kill the demons, find your own reason.

what time is it? do i even eat now?

the shadows surround me, never astounding.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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