"System"

Ants—the light scrambles in
cracks concrete:
aesthetically blown out,
vibrating first stars,
rough wires tight drawn
by spider climbing—
corduroy habit
of fields, faded gray wings
of unwashed cotton…

sentient cogs, hard-wired blood,
of the earth machine—
we systematically consume our own bones
trembling against “me-time” alternatives
warrens of caffeinated brats
schizophrenic flickering of television
and pale-born plagiarizers
hungry, pornographic, a-satiable.

CNN-doctrination
AOL-castration
MSN-masturbation
IV-line of information—
Gratified before sundown,
dead by the ten o’clock news,
beer in hand, glazed bottle-eyes
withering in the armchair orgies—

It’s not so much that
we cremate our souls
so much that they disintegrate at the
touch of light sound of paper weight of sun
taste of gods smell of veracity,
sixth sense of self burned before morning.

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12.02.05
MWL