Your premonition is in remission

Give yourself to submission

Clouds swollen, pregnant


The “snowflake” generation aren’t responsible for boarded up business or barriers to opportunity


To the power within and the power without

For sale – your soul, one lady owner. £100 ONO


To the voice that seems reasonable, but is destructively feasible

It’s easy to grab perspective when you’re dead


to the cold calm void

The implacable grin of lunacy

Don’t say that, don’t do that, don’t feel this

Your cure is prescribed by the family undertaker

Assassins made of wafer thin paper

The fuck-wittery of your sanctimonious stupidity

With time your ignorance grows


To a higher thing, turn within, look and reach out to the love that is there and forsake the egotistic mockery of the culture of fakery


Copyright John de Gruyther 2018



4 thoughts on “For Sale (Our Souls)

  1. Poem was great. It has a haunting quality about it. How you intertwined the word submission with the emotion of the piece was fantastic. Thanks for sharing

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