Voyeurism

Newspaper headlines peddle

My daily joint of violence and human misery.
Ensure that I stay in touch
With Brutal Reality, and meanwhile deaden
my naïve insides.

For unless we vicariously experience
Six gang rapes
(and other assorted acts of tribute
To all that is worst in each of one of us)
Before breakfast,
How can we be expected to function as sound individuals?

As long as it’s real, it doesn’t matter if
It makes me want to throw up.

…

An orange juice and a triple murder later
I’m ready for the day.