"Consequence", art by Allison Sommers © |
this poem body is a forest clearing with incubation-al legs...
an old campground speaker affixed
to a tall trimmed pine plays
scratchy jazz and occasional
PSA styled ringlets
of words like these...
blah blah blah
blah blah blue
boo booboo boob
hiss pop fizz...
in an era
of mixed media latest greatest messaging
and capable long sleeved parlor tricks...
the emotional vacuity
of politics masquerades
as bodhisattva charades
in order for us
to see and to be
terminally unique
yet the same
reckless population
lacking proper controls...
thievery of the wheel
PT Barnum said sell the tickets
we'll get a show going
I think to myself
could a live cell viral load out
reduce the choke hold of humanity
and how it applies it to Earth...
"perhaps",
answers influenza,
startling me a bit
as its voice was one
I could not see...
"I do have more sinister cousins,
but I'll need most everyone
of you all to adopt,
a chemical-ized additive
and fast fill addled
Americanized
western diet"
I reply,
" like skipping the sprouts
and other things that may cause me
a healthy aversion to dying off...?"
"yes", says influenza again,
"exactly the self
applied tourniquet
grease we need."
EJR ©
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