You're sixty years too late
to feel that rumble glorify
your feet & drum a rhythm
into your sole.
Even the printing press is a ghost
& Waterloo Station
-abandoned clockwork-
awaits its next passenger.

the library's closed.

He knows
that we know
that he knows
he is fooling us.

We're told to look here ---------------> .
Meanwhile {this} is happening
& the media says (insert 'official' story here)
& repeats repeats repeats
a thousand times
until we're all singing
karaoke

                   *

or you decide to wake up.

The man wearing the purple straw hat
wonders: what would Joseph Campbell do?

everyone looks
like someone
you know.