Problem, reaction, solution:
a cerebral cortex
from the womb ’til the tomb
components of the cold, cruel world
winnowing clock
on arcs of power
we’re
about to
synchronize
fomented
misery
zaps with guaranteed
electricity
mass = hypnotized
where would we be
without our confused
utility?
where will a town mouse
hide
from bill-collecting
fat cats reeling
in artificial
scarcity?
rubes & cons
across the Rubicon-
a bubbling cauldron
breeding bored
with nowhere to go
up
when the lights go
down
I’m gonna be on the
wrong side of town
in the Great Work
and grinding heart
of the abandoned beast
left to starve
for the ground floor wisdom
of a gut-job goblin
agape at dialectical
wizardry
where will we be
with our newfound
simplicity?
our precious children
on a killing spree
like filaments of black
from the cul-de-sac
coiling ’round
a little
community
…best keep that Mossberg handy,
there ain’t much else
for a middle-class dandy
laboring under the auspice
of a Tavistock revelation
brainwash come to fruition
our thoughts howl the air
our prayers wail the dirt
our hopes slither wet
our dreams sing in flame
with a consumer zeal
we salt the field…
thesis v. antithesis
this divine creation
from the womb ’til the tomb
on the face of this brave new earth
constructing its own
desperate hour
we’re
about to
synthesize
redacted
history
abuzz with certain
electricity
wrath = utilized
Powerful work.
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. This write hits with the ferocity of an oncoming train my friend. Amazing work. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest poet I’ve always said wrath is divine revenge is human…thought I usualy don’t seek revenge just to treated fairly which in my life this has never happened I’ve always been judged as flawed perhaps this is my purpose to make others feel good about themselved tremndous write❤️