tensions

tensions
they move
around us

and then
they ridicule
our existence

to the borderline
of drabness

set on
blood
frequency
they haunt us
above our heads

in that third
dimension of
collective madness

tensions
with a flash of thunder
like a
game of charades

they create too much
out of
nothing

as a
passing fad
of manipulation

as a
phantom reaction
to the system of

democracy.








© Tom Del Braco