…Ebola

…Ebola

 

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

 

Death by luxury

Social disastrous

Cunt lips social norm

These rotten journeys

Into suburb hell, seeds

 

Festering, festooning

Corps rots of last night’s ‘chill’

 Stink of gin and regret

Desperations and an endless

 Need to kill yourself trying to

Prove you’re a somebody

Or worth it to the world.

 

One trick pony, endlessly

Searching for hope

                or a handout

Bathrooms that are clean

But beds that are eternally

Messy.

Ecstasy on the floor

My Visene next to overnight bag

 And contact case open, collecting dust

 

Oprah on the radio scratch notes

My hair like wires

Ratty and caged like a heart in

Rushed hands –

 

There was something more

But today is a kilo of coke

And weed on table tops

And a 16 year old chick

Calling the shots

 

Riot patrol running amuck

Like some disaster film gone

Sour

And action sequences will

Be the only seg-way to the next

Make-out scene

 

THIS is normal

To the obscenely rich

The likes you may never

See.