"Veneer"

(Punctiliously typed
on July 24, 2009).

I am tired of sitting here
In silence,
Immersed in silence,
Drowning in silence,
The white walls of silence.

Still and sitting in our chairs,
All humanity, breathless
From the racing numbers
011001100111010101110100
011010010110110001100101
The never-ending sprint
To reach the next peak,
To be the next big thing,
To make the next buck.

Complacent in our cushioned chairs,
Enclosed by these walls, built to house us,
Protect from weather and vermin.
These walls have become our plastic tombs,
A faded and peeling veneer of reality.