The present seems implausible,
Yet it appears to be —
It’s hard to reconcile with
Mere probability
I know that we can’t know our fates,
The things life has in store —
But we can’t even figure out
The present
Anymore
Tag: Social Commentary
dispossessing
the fields of dispossessing have passed to other hands, that is, i think, tradition in these lands and all lands, actually the summer rains are sweltering and we've been helter-skeltering and sheltering and harboring our fears, but those we packed up with the little bit of pride that we had left. there is no steinbeck here, no chronicle of what we had and lost, that's somehow lyrical it's just a bunch of mud and generations
To share is human:
On The Fourth of July
On the fourth of July,
He stops and has a beer
For his country —
To remember those who built it,
To recall the ideals on which
It was based,
And to reminisce about
What it was like when
It still housed something
Vaguely like
Humility
To share is human:
the Validators
They ran our love through all their screens,
Then told us we were not a match;
Their apparatus brought to bear
On anyone their snares could catch
These butterfly collectors who
Place everyone behind the glass,
In categories, rimmed with signs,
A handful from a teeming mass
Identities defined by them
Are not the main thing, no. Instead,
It is the locks, the box, the cage,
And making sure their subjects all
Stay dead
To share is human:
Come share the common…
Come share the common fix,
though you be broke;
Come share the common sleep,
we’ll call you woke —
Fictitious stars are calling
you to join:
To share the common, first send
common coin
Come share the common thought,
and common need;
There’s food enough for everyone
to feed —
No cause for questioners,
no room for hagglers;
For all can dine each night,
on any
stragglers
To share is human:
the daily press
who doesn’t feel the daily press
the loss of which is ever here
down county forty-three we rode
where is the promised world of bliss
where what we did or didn’t dare
and saw the blighted land go hushed
i don’t remember i confess
is brought from far to very near
each dark and emptied out abode
so many hits have gone amiss
a destiny we all can share
the sky i swear looked down and blushed
To share is human:
Outside Bad Faith
It’s an idyllic summer in the hills.
The wind is soft, there’s jasmine in the air,
But inside, there’s a bottle full of pills
That wage a daily fight against despair —
As propaganda rolls in from all sides:
The forced confessions, staged apologies,
And experts, with their flammable asides,
Who profit from our latest tragedies —
And one – the one who lives here – comes apart
For trying to make sense of all the noise;
Consumers get consumed within the heart
Of no control, inside abundant choice —
But step outside bad faith, the sun hangs low,
And everything looks great, unless — you know
