The Plague...

I smell cheap perfume

teenage mothers
purging Mia's
your tiny heart fluttering
blood pressure rising
unprotected sex in bathroom stalls
the tears of 2,000 forgotten sisters 

daughters 

and broken hearted virgins

the boredom of housewives

front doors opening

back doors slammin

my neighbour lighting cigarettes

Genghis Khan's spirit

diamonds and cologne

sweat on rosewood

rosellas on soup cans

meditation of indie monks

and psychosomatic symptoms
a blacksmith using my head
as his anvil
children reading about Peter Pan
and staying forever young
murderers dreaming about new upholstery
husbands dreaming of their friends wife
children wanting to be their Barbie doll
grow up and make a sextape
like Paris Hilton
so lonely virgins can masterbate