Consumerism

by

construction sets…

father
was never
very good
at
erector sets
his bridges
never stood up
that long
as
parts
rusted
and
wood planks
decayed
even when
there wasn’t
a termite
in sight
so
it’s for sure
that
reconstruction
of
this fragile
environment
of
earth’s
so
carefully built
by
mother nature
will
never be
the same
even with
father time’s
best
efforts

 

by

winter solstice…

night
did not end
nor
did the crying
stop
wails arose
from
every corner
of
the world
food
and
water
had started
the last
war
only a few
survived
now
even they
cried out for mercy
but
none
was to be found
mother earth
would not speak to them
for they
had not listened
to her pleas
for
mercy
for
the other
living creatures
that had once
inhabited this planet
creatures
sacrificed
for
corporate profit
and
political power
so
now
that
the sands of time
were
everywhere
man
was alone
dying
and
after
the joyous funeral
mother earth
will begin
a rebirth

 

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the full monty …

leaving
the amazonian village
behind
he began
his own excursion
away from
the other
ship tourists
down
a muddy path
unfamiliar smells
surrounded him
as did
the bugs
in
a small clearing
stood
a primitive hut
he readied
his camera
and
to his surprise
appeared
a young goddess
dressed
somewhat
in
feathers
and
a small cloth
in broken portuguese
he asked
photo permission
she answered
in english
sure
but
my typical fee
is five bucks
her iphone
rang
she took the call
then
said
did you know
algorithms
from
phone data
expose every aspect
of
your life
it’s like
you’re nude
to
the world
that’s why
i dropped
facebook
google
and
twitter accounts
and
got my own
vpn

 

by

this ain’t no mass thing…

i
drove
aunt bea
to her
new doctor’s office
but
waited outside
as
instructed
aunt bea
said
i can be
my own advocate
and
trust me
that’s true
she
informed
her
previous doctor
that
patients
at his place
were
treated
as if
they were
at
a jiffy lube shop
and
the only thing
getting greased
was
his palm

 

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the modern peter syndrome…

faithful church goers
talking ’bout others sins
but turn a blind eye
to all the president’s sins
thus denying their true god

 

by

gas mask required….

are you having
trouble
breathing
like
i am
the air
seems
stifling
the stench
of
war’s rotting bodies
is
overwhelmed
by
the putrid
emissions
from
corporate greed
and
those
musty diplomatic words
that fill
the air
with
odorous promises
promises
that
linger
briefly
but
they
never evolve
and
are
merely
absorbed
into
the ether
oh
i do
recall
roses
and
jasmine
but
those
were
buried
beneath the rubble
of
hope
years ago
and
the last reported sighting
of
blooms
of
humanity
are
at best
mythology
oh
i’m sorry

i’m sorry
for
delaying
you
i can see
that
need
to return
to
your chambers
where
as
they say
ignorance
is
bliss