Anita

The Experiment was inspired by another book I had to read back in English Lit class, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. This was more about societal expectations and just expectations in general, represented by the different body parts being assembled and stitched together. A bricolage of different contrasting information and rules. They say one thing but do another, or then do a complete u-turn and then say the complete opposite thing.

I always enjoy reading your interpretations, Anita.

Ode To The Beautiful Shiny Happy People

a haze of neon signs
passing headlights
blaring dance music
vapid soulless mechanical
overpowered car exhausts
from cars
driven by fowl-mouthed
boy racers
the smell
of fried takeaway food
vomit
alcopops
police and ambulance sirens
cigarette smoke
boys and girls of the night
the beautiful
shiny happy people
party animals
they don’t come out
until the sun has gone down
vampires
the living dead
with no souls of their own
hoping
to claim another soul
to own another soul
to take it’s place
boys
swaggery
sneery
canine-like
reeking of Paco Rabanne
reeking of bloodlust
slicked back hair
bloodshot eyes
their gaunt looking face
like a diseased human rat
they have no honour
they have no respect
they puff
on vaping machines
like they are human nuclear power stations
they don’t even have to try
pitted against
the other dogs
they bark
they bite
the girls, they see
they sniff out
they treat their girls
like pedigree chum
like dog food
the girls
atomic peroxide
heavy make-up
vodka smiles
the boys and girls
always in competition
to see who can be
the loudest
the funniest
the biggest
the craziest
larging it
they only live at night
their life
is a neon-covered fantasy
with artificial lights
their life
is one massive rave
one massive party
pulsating strobe lights
pulsating plastic party tunes
for pulsating plastic party people
life is a huge party
where they assemble
where they feast
on chemical liquids
where they sneak
forbidden candy
when nobody is looking
and then vomit it all back out
in a grimy toilet cubicle
dancing
drinking
let’s see
how many likes
we can get on this photo
which looks
like all of the photos
we have ever taken
sunlight beckons
they stagger back to whence they came
weakened
sore bleeding eyes
the living dead
cower away
from the sunlight
too wasted
too medicated
too diseased
to care