MEDIA GARBAGE

by Rob Brayl
Copyright © 2009 / All Rights Reserved
Vodka & confetti
Flood the dancefloor
Where pretty people
With ugly habits
Synchronize bodies
Like battery-operated
Plastic toys
Sweat dropping
Like bombs over Pearl Harbor
Landing in a cage
Of monsters & Barbie dolls
Speakers explode
Glasses break
Voodoo cast
Time reverses
Circa Studio 54
When disco balls were revolutionary
And cocaine ran through veins
Like wildfire
True emotion seems tainted these days
Hiding behind sequins & dancing shoes
Flash forward
Our generation
Still distracted
Running like wild horses
Through a tsunami
Of dirt & thunder
Minds full of media garbage
Instead of Jesus Christ
Check out GRITS (above) and a song that will probably NEVER leave your head once you’ve pressed play. You’ve been warned. My life be like ooooohhhh ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh. Man, it gets you every time!


Your poetry is incredibly visual.
My life be like oooooooo aaahhhh oooooo. Get that damn song outta my head! It’s stuck now.