The Future of Tomorrow

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westinghouse halves the time a roast needs
you can dream your dream house into being

general electric keeps the peas frozen
tidy the house your lifestyle chosen

hoover the carpet
mr. clean the floor
have dinner ready
husband’s at the door

eyelids, feet heavy
get water and speed
now choke down twenty
you’ve got mouths to feed

grandma managed to live this way
such things belong to yesterday

heart is sunken
anchored below
catalogs and
credit card bills
bought all of it
everything
all i could want
nothing i need

mobile phone connects my work to my home
my boss is with me wherever i go

grandma is so sweet
so behind the times
shame she can’t reckon
operating phones
her life would be swell
with just such a tool

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THE INFORMATION CAGE

 

 

million brains jumped down my throat

my own voice asphyxiated

bile backed up

stopped shut

esophagus

 

the information age

welcome!

ain’t life grand?

headlines and hot takes

innumerable

grains of sand

forthcoming reconstituted truth

withholding unvarnished sooth

 

existence is greater now

evolution grows closer

how?

everything can be seen

nothing left to be heard

that being the case

how come

i’m deaf and dumb?

Dumb Dream

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This dumb dream
With little room to breathe

From the chest
Doomed to die I confess

Chorus says
Tragedy is senseless

Results show
No desire to end this

Chaotic
News breaks and our hearts freeze

No relief
Our hopes are upended

Uprooted
Youths gone this instance

Despondent
No succor, safe distance

Please now please
Desperate admittance

Run up, shout
Second guess this amendment

to Who & for What

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To who and for what
For what purpose, to what end
A trailer for your boat and a truck with which to pull it
Dinner sitting badly but antacids with which to null it
Things for your stuff
Such special instruments
Line your sepulcher
Toll for the bridge to the beyond?

From the outside looking in
One could easily be mistaken
Taken by the fact that I’ve got nothing to show for

Paused for the Tilt of an Axis

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Speaking you can’t wait to hit the slopes bruh

What’re you doing right here, now huh?

 

Framed by a full-length mirror sis

Scoping out your brand new bikini fit

 

Independence day’s still months away

 

What exactly is the reason

That yer waiting for better seasons?

Like this moment isn’t worth noting

As if these breaths aren’t worth blowing

While yer waiting for the rain to stop

Kiddies outside do the puddle stomp

 

Too hot

Too cold

Much rain

No snow

 

In stasis

Impatience

 

Get off

Yer ass

Do shit

Spend cash

 

Meteors aren’t stalling

Tsunamis ain’t pausing

You’re rooted in place and still stonewalling?