frigid homeless shivering
on Bank of America’s
front porch step
propped up by
oligarchic investors and
solipsistic one-percenters
and we pass by
in apathetic
self-absorption
we are brainless
enraptured by smartphones
while the State bombs
our neighbors
mutilating children
sowing seeds of terror
with every abuse of power
we convince ourselves
that there's an afterlife
and raze Earth
as we raise hell
the only home
we’re guaranteed
infinite growth in
a finite world
consuming joylessly
inculcated
inane and
vain beyond
all measure
we’ve ravaged the planet
we will all die
alone
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
frigid homeless shivering
on Bank of America’s
front porch step
propped up by
oligarchic investors and
solipsistic one-percenters
and we pass by
in apathetic
self-absorption
we are brainless
enraptured by smartphones
while the State bombs
our neighbors
mutilating children
sowing seeds of terror
with every abuse of power
we convince ourselves
that there's an afterlife
and raze Earth
as we raise hell
the only home
we’re guaranteed
infinite growth in
a finite world
consuming joylessly
inculcated
inane and
vain beyond
all measure
we’ve ravaged the planet
we will all die
alone
As I walked through the streets of Orlando on the way back to my car after a show, I saw a homeless man sprawled out beneath the awning of a Bank of America. This poem is dedicated to him.
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