GYM STUDIO WORLD
Shrink, priest And confessor The gym coach listens In muscular manner ‘And he said and I said Too much to bear No-go relationship Then there’s my boss’ Machines pound An hour of energy and sweat Just to stay on one spot Maintain the status quo Radio adverts play Padded child car seats Only the best for you and yours Protection guaranteed Meanwhile In another world The children play With landmines Under the proud eyes Of a Paris shopfront Kids, chips, rugs, dogs Tumble on a mattress Paper cup out for coin Turning billboards Show the limits of our dreams Two-time dating Perfect bodies in sleek cars Cruise down champagne rivers Under the gilt stars of a chandelier The flagpoles of our culture Rattle empty in the wind While the god born through its navel Appears on every screen Grinning empty blessings From the filmscript of its mind Weaving fools’ gold We make nests in the ruins Sing sweet lullabyes While the eye of a storm Wipes a world away
Mud at the wall 