"gigawatt" poems
screams of systematic repetition
tuned to the key of C
rejuvenating the pulse
of the pulp on the floor
I found the time space continuum
on my back porch swing
stepping toward the screeching sirens
revealing the past scene by scene
Timing the sun in wrist-watch format
the liabilities not mine
the doormat said "welcome"
you catch my eyes glaring,
hastily waiting for your tears to run
your feet follow in suspended motion
Gunning for the hallway laundry chute
only to find the triggers on safety
the notion alone is enough
resetting the sun dials
with steady hands of anxiety
attacking the knobs at their fastens
My subtle brutality breaks
as
I awake on the kitchen floor
while the screeching of the sirens pull me in
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 9:16 AM UTC
One by one
we fell into the wire
disconnecting ourselves
from humanity
and those that we considered...
the undesired.
Over time it was easier
to see the pain
with sicking disdain
they were after all...
just flashing faces
on gigawatt screens..
unreal images
or, so it seemed...
existing in far off places
these unknown faces
were replaced by airplanes...
vacations
to holy destinations
designer luggage, and wads of money
it was our land of milk, and honey.
We could live in the wire now
losing all desire
(When did this happen, and how?)
You see...
connecting with humans on any level
they were seen as unknown faces
living in these far off places...
they had long been replaced
by flashing campaign ads
spliced between...
the latest trends, and fads.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC