© Jane Bled 2016-2017
All Rights Reserved.
Do not enter
This derelict construction site,
A haunted hallway cluttered with
The latest gadgets
Designed to improve
The quality of life
By purifying noxious air particles,
And masking frayed connections.
Limned in photoshopped brushstrokes
Of happier times.
Cropped shots conceal
Teeth marks in tattered forevers.
Beating the dying horse
Covered by moth-eaten blankets
The instruction manual’s ripped pages.
Erstwhile earnest expressions
Exclaimed in maximum-security terminals
Lack the sincerity
Of a lifetime in reality’s solitary cell.
Get out —
Before the prison collapses,
And buries you alive.