I know what we have is really quite solid. But today I convinced myself of an earthquake.
Perhaps it began on screen Some distant, modern tragedy.
The gravity You know the kind Some feel in a theme park ride
It was a calculated calm A day in the park Vision shot through
Bedding me under in **** fixation.
Such is my kaleidoscope to our collective, defecate, fantasy.
When the world turns 'round those candy colors dissolve into perfect fractals
Single-file they beam-- pushing out pop-cultural enemas like frosting.
And then— too bright! A riveting newsflash the kaleidoscope is
We watch a city as its body's streets-- collapsed.
see the banner of blood now runs down the news anchor's face:
There's been a catatonic quake.
Interrupting this program the woman with a saccharine smile makes A Devastating Report:
Yes. We're all undertow Evacuate then buy this ****** cream move and upgrade your resume The water broke and the oil spilled, but the economy is definitively under control.
This puppetry is sedation by generalized asphixiation, this American Dream glaring from the T.V. screen is mindless work -our salvation- Harder work? Isolated suffering.
What with toxic invasion, designer cantaloupe to nuclear waste, more storms and third world turnover rates. Higher and higher inflation, predatory insurance claims- minimum wage won't cover my education.
Bloated babies not on T.V. and not in Africa but holding Mamma's hand loitering downtown, near the grocery chains.
See the quake perpetuate: These are American hunger pangs. Occupy for Change.