I skipped the part about Love/ It seemed so silly...

Prepare to be depressed, though I am pervesely proud of the ending. Endings can be tricky you see, in fact often instead of being the going-out-with-a-bang thing one is conditioned to think they should be, they are mere trailings-off. Though Hegley has validated the abrupt/ trailing off thing. He is Maharajah of The Mundane and as such must be revered. If you dont know who he is set forth and discover him forthwith. On your knees.

dull

like thuds and unchanging drudge
misery drags one down, the quag
the syrupy mire where inner realms
of age old cranked down sageless
wisdomless detritus-filled mono
globular collected grime reside.

Of guilt and yes shame and
old pick up truck small minded
gloom I speak, it reeks of
unevolved low calibre lo-tech,
ridden by every slight disease
not a pestilence just a pest.

And in this sheer cave there is
a canvas upon which is projected
second guessed, reinvented
the spruce of modern analysis
adornment of spin doctoring;
modernity, parasitic and false.

for underneath the onion
below the becauses and the ah buts
lies a festering hearth, a busy hive,
an unreconstructed, gladstonian
never trove of deeds, blunt with
amoral fibreless slack bone.

deeds plain grey, plain stupid
un-dress-up-able, mutton
laced with lamb and thus the
product lurches out, grotesque
as a newborn sin, ugly in an everyday
way, head to foot in excuses.