living in the fictional distance
poetry self defence
a creative pretence
to avoid being stuck in a hopeless place
the angry voices are louder
reason trying to box the chaos
but it’s hands holding soup
sand through the sibyl’s hand
all that reportage
the headlines large
and the future shrinking
could drive you to drinking
stood there dazed and blinking
you write a dystopia
read a coping mechanism
mirror cracked abstract
like a plan to escape
but they caught it all on tape