Fragments passing as compete deep thought
Trailing off the loose ends of stray matters
Each unpredictable click of the can opener seems
Introducing the overlooked somber molecules
Found nowhere on.
The periodical [table].
The atoms of my mind chatter now inching towards unstable.
If not unstable—then forever moving.
Atoms can be our teachers
Theoretically impossible to stop.
Constantly only describes change.
This wristwatch is my life’s calculator
Taunting ticks, as life’s dictator—
I am each measured lapse’s pawn
I better lived dreams when he’s finally gone
A penny for my thoughts?
What’s worth to barter?
Over an American dollar’s fraction’s fragment.
Money has it’s own momentum
While consumer goods are in storage
Dust collectors, manufactured to stagnant
Leading me to the phrase
A system designed to teach craving, dependence
With a starvation, a desperation
Without a method of redemption
Applying to all addiction—no exemptions.
In America, we die young.
Every heart is a volcano
Too many, too early exploding with red-toned emotions
Every name in vain. We’re all bound by the fearful chains.
Resisting each disconcertion
Life shaking change after change
Overtime draining us, unhealthy blood pressures
Unknowingly lacking essential nutrients
Does anyone really take daily vitamins?
If I did, it must include inspiration
Human beings need humanity
Or the poles will rip the seas apart.
Everyone seems to be, even me
Tired of chasing a new horizon
The words of ageless me at nineteen
My generation wakes up to numbly realize
The connection between
Reality and a dream
Has been severed.
Cutting lines to the hope in what this life means.
I cannot accept this fate, I’ll write it down instead
I’m wide awake humanity,
I can sleep when I’m dead.
Again, I find myself in this seasonal panic
What if these are not even dreams? Being
But only theoretically organic.
This planet at times appears a spherical slave ship
The world bank opens
My country’s farmers can’t sell ****.
What about free?
Elders say the day man invented money
Was the day he made poverty
I frequently struggle in every direction
Landlocked in the 1% complexion
Feeling dependent and resentment for the institution
Those times I ask how I can manifest revolution.
Doubt is the parasitic twin of confusion.
I know that I have to know pain,
Humans play with fire, waving so stern
Butterflies don’t ask caterpillars for advice.
To teach is to learn.
In the name of revolution, bring on the burn.
Copyright © Jimena Zavaleta 2012