Where is the Exit to the Hive Mind?

I hear the voice in my head
like an announcement
heard from a METRO platform.

The hive says, “Be a good little boy,
and watch your tv.

“Let it transmit its wisdom.
And you shall know what whitens,
And you shall know what brightens.”

I sneak out the words,
and run my fingers over them.
And breath them into me.
Sometimes, I choke on them,
and they burn so sweetly in my throat.

I wash the black smudges off my fingers;
scrubbing until I have blood on my hands.
And I pretend to know what the hell
everybody is talking about, when they talk
about the mind meals that have been piped to them.
Water-cooler lingua franca is a foreign tongue.

I fear I will be found a fraud,
and they will hardwire me,
ramming the cable interneuronally.

I awake to nightmares of banality.
A steady drip of banality, infecting
every minute of the rest of my existence.

Someday, I’ll be free.
Someday, I’ll roam to the world beyond
and I’ll find a colony of sweet solitude.

“Shh! Don’t tell anyone.”

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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. He is currently writing his first novel entitled CHASING DEMONS. He is a martial artist, yogi, and world traveler.
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