Value, and Atomic density

one day this’ll all be
dust
again
when we’ve finished w/it
when the soil’s no longer fit
for planting
the particles will settle
when the decay is too much
to keep up /w

the billions of miles of
paved country
will be taken back
when the last of our dry hair
has haloed, and fallen
and we’ve forgotten Who
and what we
are

when that no longer matters
our wombs will shrivel with overuse
when we’ve finally fused
our genes with every thing
this Planet offered
even our selves
grown
thin
a hundred more generations
the Sun will have kept it’s promise
to set everyday
when we are
underground

etching new legends
into our tombs

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stand up, be counted

nervously talking
-staring at cellphone
anxiety
microcosms
collecting selves w/bad haircuts
worse clothes
dermatitis build-up in the airducts
fear
unspoken
can be read in manner-
isms
patterned behaviour
the EXIT sign illuminated
decorum observed in the elevator
a comfortable amount of space
is given when
standing at the urinal
,at the ATM
ignorance is forgiven
in the glassy eye of the overhead
camera
‘s
sentinel presences encourage
inhibited
robotic stature

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regarding your appreciation

what was it about my
presentation
that you
a d o r e d
was my
anemic countenance
accentuated
by the black of my suit jacket
near the shrimp platter
w/dried blood beneath my fingernails
as i offered you a cheap
Sauvignon
in a moonlit facsimile of
something more
romantic?

perhaps my wording
or
the way i burped consonants
and vowels
without politely excusing myself

i should ask
but that might disturb
the delicate
magic

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City Lights

lamp-lined parking lot
illumines the aether
a criminal deterrent

behaviour
just beneath the surface

were the world of cities
dark
sociologists have estimated hours
before looters
organize sedition
to overthrow lazy
govt’s

order is dependant on the
continual
operation of expectation
switches are flipped everyday
in the millions
until
another madness stops

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5, 7, 5 A 4-Haiku Morning

smelled the morning milk
reminiscent of barn cows
shrugged, poured my coffee

anyway, sighed I, ah
today shall be whatever
momentary bliss

rinsed a dirty spoon
stirred in a scoop of sugar
dreamed, differently

sat with book and pen,
arranged a meditation,
rang a clearer bell

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One Possible Explanation for Current Insecurities

the post-world war baby
boomers
were institution dependant
back
when the American dream was more
alive
possible, visible
economies flourished
government faith was ubiquitous
it ended
with Nixon, Watergate and the
aftermath of the Vietnam War
the children of these generations
learned by proxy
Not To Trust
compounded further by
Reaganomics: a
term used to refer to the economic policies
of Ronald Reagan,
the 40th U.S. president (1981–1989),
which called for widespread tax cuts,
decreased social spending,
increased military spending
and the deregulation of domestic markets

Dystopia
was ensured in this age

Corporations are perceived as
enemies
of the working classes

what else could have been learned
but
that nothing
was what it seemed?

looking at popular media
today
our heroes
are anti-heroes
a
far-cry from the science fiction
Star Men
of the mid-fifties
infused w/ space-born super genes

with science came the disillusion
of possible fantasy

we are Now more like our natural selves
of course,
this too is probably bullshit

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