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K Middleton Oct 2012
Them bastardized youths fell outside, dizzied by a reality unsolved.

Their maws scowled judgment and drooled Pabst down improbable bodies each of them lay in the stink of subtle conformity.  

Fiercely unique culture beasts starved away in suburbs; Wikidrifting, those drugged litterbugs scampered.

Dropout fish fast against the current of their time, tired from dancing through desperate crowded nights and disparate lonely dawns, dangling degrees and the specters of success burning incessant their pride.

They were the *******, made so over time contracted by blind parents to nine-to-blithes in which quiet desperation, credit nooses, and irony were the small print.

They were carpenters afraid of their hands.  With chisel to headstone, they lied on the hoods of used Japanese cars, panning the radio for a real connection and gazing up at vanishing constellations.  

They were their poison and they their elixir, but a cold cigarette was a much quicker fixer of Helplessness Blues and the back of a Bible where a brief intellectual wrote “I am suicidal.”

For how does the turn of the epigram read to those who care less with every new beat of a drummed-up society so high off its piety that seeing stars vanish is simply a shame?  

Those *******, dropouts tragically remiss, those Supertramps, Kerouacs, Cohens, and wits.

They were the alternative, urbanite fools that littered alleys with Greek fables and Tibetan tattoos.  

Criterion flash cards and the literary canon allowed them to flirt with god in verse and art clues until *******’s canvas did rip off their eyelids which left them to know only Socrates knew.

They danced and they writhed, then ****** to pass time, and kept on their passions till lost were their minds.  Then they all died, those blasphemous *******.

But at least they washed on the back of their crimes.

At least they danced.

At least they were.

And there may be something to movement in chaos.
RobbieG May 2021
Vibrations
magnetic force fields
Pyramids
gravitational pull
Mother Nature
runs her course
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Canyons, Mountains
waterfalls, valleys
Earth’s stones
laid to rest
An outer galaxy
with random threats
Comets, asteroids
and meteorites
DEBRIS
Complexity
in movement
Spin, rotate
and Directions
North, South, East and West
Compass directs
Our Fate
beyond known
Knowledge
The key to unlock
all these secrets
Amidst the bottom
of the oceans
SOMEWHERE
Maybe , maybe not
somewhat unlikely
the magic 8 ball
displays on the Circle Screen
Fast forward
current time
Added stresses
to age old problems
Pollution
overpopulation
islands surrounded by
PLASTIC BOTTLES
Overcrowded landfills
extinct animals
periodic oil spills
Where’s Mother Nature’s
MASK ?
When is tomorrow ?
and who’s living for then ?
In a world that’s all about
NOW NOW NOW
HOW did it come to this
when did happiness
come in the form of
POSSESSIONS
The comet already came
the asteroid already hit
the meteorites everywhere
When mankind landed
it may have been
friendly fire
But that was then
and not now
Every step we take more debris we leave falling behind
Doubt that ?
Then look back
COMPARE
Stare , but please quit pretending
you can’t See, or afford to
PAY ATTENTION
It’s the season for littering , let’s all do our part to keep this earth clean and hold people accountable .

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