evolution redefined…

there are
steel butterflies
on the wall
put there
to
soften
the crude
commercial context
of
their creation
and
there’s no need
to catalog
their specific
genetic code
since
the elements
of
their existence
are
for
profit
only

well-traveled…

well-traveled

when life’s hours
turn to minutes
vision
improves
one
sees
so clearly
through
society’s fog
what
were
thought to be
mile markers
were
nothing more
than
headstones
for
implanted
corporate desires
mirages
marking
a journey
that moves
only
as far
as the next chimera
signposts
carefully carved
from
human fantasies
where
each person
obsessed
with wanting
more
travels a path
that leads
upward
to the edge
of
a recurring nightmare
the abyss

dreams can come true…

copyright cwmartin 2011

carefully
crafted
commercials
commemorate
hypothetical
anniversaries
with that
special
fantasized
figure
filling
lonely
loveless
lives
yours
and
anyone else’s
for the taking
if
you’d
only
buy
their
product