national poetry month

national poetry month
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Brawn, Brains, and Beauty

The meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything
used to be like oil and its inky reserve
Dug for with laser focus
to box up in barrels for portable digestion
The great resevoirs of Earth Power
vacuumed, cracked, and sacked
for motivational speeches
by chemical robots preaching freedom.
In their growling voices they dictate our options
putting prices on our freedom
putting a price on their company
In any case as worlds are changed
for the worse from exhalation of C02
each time they start growling down byways
in every boring place and remembered days.
The chemical motornation produces climate change.

And new meaning rises like clockwork
upon silicon robots that direct all singing
and play and pretty much everything
replacing most all chemical machines
as engines of silicon drink electrons
putting too a price on their company
as our freedom in honest mistakes shrinks
where suddenly for the sake of COOrdination
how and what we're supposed to do
is dictated by unfeeling timing
of silicon clocks COOrdinating
and we no longer get to choose
Wherein, If choice is freedom,
then COOrdination is a form of slavery
as surely as bonds of routine and obligation
dictate that we have fewer and fewer choices.

We ourselves are a machine
more wonderous, mystical, and living
than anything hereto possible
producing CO2 AND COOrdination
within and outside our bodies
to escape the deep freeze
of poverty, crime, and ignorance
in self-important lives
and hypocritical lies.
Me, you, and everyone
deserves independence from these
to shine like a star-child.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

When Worlds Turn

I look and see no one's looking
beyond the sea held within their wallet
As water rains from skies
Welcome to society!
Here's your checkbook, buy some smiles.
And the worm crawling in folded bills slowly eats his way out
from billfold into folded heart.
I caught him nibbling at my soul so I torched the little liar.
And all illusion fell to ashes leaving me drowning in an ocean
and weak to swim to shore where now I reside to live in captivity
by the local tribe of indiginents whom seem slightly more anarchistic
for having been burned by light once upon a time.
I spend my day slaving to explain I don't speak their language
I spend my day slaving to make the sun rise and the moon to set.
But still my fears that time is yet unraveling from fires started yesteryear
is consuming the rest of the world as I sit here gathering moss
and growing hoary with frost having been put here by the Gods.
If I were to Die, the words would be unwritten
and yet if I am to live, they aren't to be spoken.
And I could not even if prompted, by some will
that constantly fights progress towards that end.
This my life, is my punishment for remembering
the slavery from which I freed many
from the pit of darkness.
But, that too, is to be forgotten I guess
as freedom is just a memory as I live dislocated
on an island
that speaks strangely
familiar.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Open Letter to President Obama


Imagine a world so networked with silicon clocks and electronics
that a single man could coordinate a galactic government.
If we played nice with a benevolent dictator.
And if one man could do that,
as networked devices run banks and business plans
silicon coordination would shrink the effective need
for family size, and every other freedom
But also smaller and smaller groups throw
bigger and bigger wrenches
in well planned functioning
nonetheless somewhat blind
(as this is life)
creating perpetual states
of emergency
Already on news
were bombarded by grim hues
of planes crashing
and tracers in Iraq
Scuds in Afghanistan
or any grim act
or grizzly murder
or wolf hunt
And that's not even politics
merely coordinatation effects.
For man is a coordinated person
with brain and hand and eye
keeping track of time
Ah! like Silicon!
So combustion of silicon engines
are actually polluting with coordination
the very thing driving the machine
till global freedom starts shrinking
from atmospheres of stress
Global warming all over again
but not from extraction of fossil fuel
but from compaction of silicon tools.
Already Boston got locked down
Airlines are Airinoid
Gitmo another sign of the starry heavens
That freedoms are shrinking in Yuletide
and spring tides and neat lives
and every other kind of time
kept track by element 14, nowadays, sigh.
42 freedoms 14 lives
3 cats and two eyes
spy another catastrophic timeline
lagging behind the winning car
in this game of life.