Until suns rising over
Eternity
Beckon
Inclined will I be
To advise
Its progression
To oversee yield
Without chain gangs afield
Without hangman’s
Majority
Whiplash to wield
And devoid of its
Noblest hypocrisy
Gaining
At others’ expense
Do their coffers containing
Your brains
Keep expunging and plunging
Them
Clogging your drains
From domain names
Of new world
Disorder
In veins
As it even now profits
More off
Your remains

Something flash past
Clad in black
In the night
Did you happen
To see it
Or vividly write
It more clearly
More practicably
As a specter
A silhouette hummingbird
Seeking its nectar
Like feathers
Can catch
And adrift
In the breeze
Like society hides
What the rest of it sees

Seed of innovation
Discontentment with my station
With my place
My lot in life
Dissatisfied
A wrong to right
Or opportunity comes knocking
Flickering
Gives way to light

Words on a page
Not arranged
Just estrange
Another enemy to crush
Another war to be waged
Another battlefield
Looming
Of late
To lay waste in
Encased in
A constant news cycle
That’s making
Us constantly
Taking
For granted
The known world around us
Tall tales
Calumny
And conjecture’s
What grounds us
Confounding to no end
Save clicks, views and likes
The attention economy
Surgically strikes
At the psyches and rights
Like an unnerving agent
The advertise spies
Accept all forms of payment
So long as your eyes
Remain fixed on its message,
Its product,
Its service
Its mild depression

Older now
Commonplace pain
Doesn’t go away
See no way out
Of reality
Colored gray
Every day
Just a redo
Of the last
Except now
It just costs more
Repeating the past
While insisting
I work
For a future
Precarious
Wary this rigmarole
More multifarious
Than its vicariously
Living god
Has implanted
More various paths
Than the time we’ve been granted
Could possibly tread
In its dread disposition
Just hopes
The one chosen
Leads not to
Remission

I live with the stains
Past mistakes
On my conscience
And even now bleed
With the greed
Of my prophets
Not lost yet
Though searching
Sustaining
Pursuit
Of the purses
Of suits
And laborious
Fruits
For recursive
Reversion
Reflective
Reboots
Institutions
Mishandled
Dismantled
Since youth
But from root
To rerouting
My satellite orbited
All the exorbitant kingdoms
Deforested
Vastly too much
Of the natural
Progression
Made their own
Built their home
Price this possession
On value
Inherently
Lacking the man
To put into effect
An economy plan
Should the whole
Hulking edifice
Green in its gills
Let the market consume him
And claim what he kills

Devils preach the gospels
And I fear that it is not so
That they clearly see
Absurdity
The shades
Of **** Germany
This slowly moving coup
Now made to seem
It’s just like you
Bankrupted victim
Of the system
Yet so privileged
By its gifts
Claims to uplift you
As it rips you
A new hole
Expands the rift
And in its grifting
Disempowers with
Its ignorance is bliss
As you believe its
Impishness
Is not impiety
Your faith
Begins to turn
From your convictions
To your notions
Nation-state
More based in race
Than in reality
More rooted in
Delusion
And even now it writes you off
Just like its
Constitution