#aluminium
Do we need
material-prosperity
to be joyful and happy?
Yes we do.
Do we need
material-objects
like plastic-bottles and aluminium-cans
to be prosperous
joyful and happy?
Yes we do.
Is there a finite-supply
on the Earth
of many materials we use to enjoy prosperity
like plastic and aluminium?
Yes, many materials are finite.
Therefore,
do we have to recycle
finite-materials
like plastic-bottles and aluminium-cans
to maintain sufficient supply
to achieve joyful and happy prosperity
into the future?
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
I see the alliances you form,
how they follow you home,
sit in the corner of your rented room,
smoke curling above last night’s dishes—
touching you, touching your pets
touching your kids.
I see what it costs your flesh.
I spat on the social contract once
struck the match myself.
A familiar smell of aluminium and ash
settling like ****
in a throat that should have known better.
I hear the fragility
echo from two states away
in the choreography of your outrage—
what trends, what fades,
what gets mildly condemned.
You speak of resistance.
You speak of solidarity.
The only resistance I’ve seen
has been to progress—
progress that moved without you,
left you
at the back of the line
while we all whistle casually
on a frenzied ferry to a fiery end—
armband pinches, the furnace groans,
the smoke creeps in your throat
and everyone pretends it’s a breeze.
axes. ash. asterisk.
again. again. again.
the smoke in your lungs now
isn't cigarettes.
Lumumba is losing a country
the West is carving now.
Allende's ballot is burning.
The bombs are falling.
Trotsky's theories are correct
and the ice ax is mid-swing.
The Left always bleeds
so The Right can be
seen as right.
Left, out. Right, in.
Now, you feel
what it means—
to be left out.
Now you see it was never—
just elections,
just politics,
just words—
words matter.
Matter, however, takes up space.
Being “left” was never about
what you chose.
It was always about
who you are.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 5:30 PM UTC