the bottleneck

Here’s a piece of writing from my boy Tourettes.  You can catch him thoughout Auckland doing spoken word, rapping, drumming or drinking in Grey Lynn…

“You haven’t fallen in love with that dead world have you?”

Tomorrow this will all be gone 
the life brought on credit.
When the debt of the west is called in
by children who make our shoes 
this fast food empire will burn. 

We need 
1000 different flavors of ice cream
to distract us from death,
where’s In the third world 
they live amongst it,
Laugh, fuck and dance with it. 

Back In The west 
dreams squeeze into Elvis suits
And hover out of reach,
life expectancy is a measure of wealth 
and alien nation the undisclosed side effect,
the internet reduces everyone to a dyslexic 12 year old 
just to trick you into watching porn,
young minds fill with insect larvae 
that hatch into screaming madness,
everything is digital and disposable
and yet we fear death? 

Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night
Filled with the feeling that this is the end of something?
And you get up and turn on the TV
And there is the Chinese finance Minster
Wearing an Armani suit and making jokes in English.
And just when you start to feel like this is some sort of night mere 
The TV cuts to Africans with aids and Arabs blowing each other to pieces
And you feel relieved, 
This is the world you went to sleep in
And you go back to bed relaxed and dream of strip malls and instant fulfillment. 

Tomorrow this will all be gone.
It will be the same
As it is now
only slightly different.