Daily Archives: September 15, 2017

A Poor Man’s Memory

a poor man’s memory. let us count his worth:
Memory: i lost my way within this world.
and i have pockets with nothing but holes.
but then night comes and something stranger
than life itself becomes me:
dreams.
then, within that terrible dream i can
purchase something and anything.

But it is poor.
because its worth is equated.
to money.
this is the poor man’s dream:
a dream based upon money.

Oh Lord allow me to dream
a dream where worth is based
on love.

love is priceless.

This is real. right.
okay. tonight i dream
of love.

and my pocket’s holes
become mended.

As so does my heart.

:: 09-14-2017 ::


C O N S U M E R D E A D

 

… and then every foot step becomes a monster.
and ‘me’ the simulacrum. it had no
matter where the legs took my theater:
my head-projector focused on the entities
around my case of skin.
I was the trapped. The epitome of
consumer in a strange twisted world
I once had known as home.
and then one day everything became
digital.

I died.

Reborn as the die-hard reluctant.
shopper || .. –>
C O N S U M E R
D E A D

:: 09-14-2017 ::

it is the fear i fear more than the dream
that the dream is a fear is not a fear i
should ever dream. i dream. nothing more?


POLITIKS AND DISEASE

AS everyone on one side of the party lines sang
the other were dead; and while everyone on the
other side of a party line died the other sang.

And this is how rot creeps within society;

to believe that beliefs are division.
that a whole can become fragmented by
philosophy and that one is evil over the other;
that in similar logic all separate parties are
in all insidious fact are evil.

And like the dead who have living bodies and
have become old through media saturation:
the magnificent mausoleum of a natural
world outside mourns the Children of God.

the tombstone of a moon.
the rosery beads of bloody tears.
And fear is King and the Queen a forgotten
truth we may never again remember.

:: 09-14-2017 ::