To be in the business of tracking what’s most dearIs to morph into a leviathanThat can house 100 odd living soulsin the employment of some good reasonTo navigate, together, the jostling climateOf an ever emerging, and determinedly hopeful,transhumanist world Within the giant, make agilethe different weights, shapes and vibrationsof each one of us, trying,to insulate …
sharing the lion’s den
in this wild prisonthat we cling with our livesand share with a predatory beast;an armed idiot stalking the rimfor a type of survivalin the form of a crownthe only thinghe seems able to grasp i must be candidi must be a candidfriend candid to make sure he sees my lines;mark what trees and cornerswith whatever …
What do I know about being Mark Twain?
Stay in character until the end of the storyAnd when the adventure is doneOnly then, look back . © lyw
a new song for eleanor rigby (intermission #3)
After all my past has promised my future i am ok today to be Eleanor Rigby a version who steps out of the song loneliness that has moved to solitude and a chance to breathe away from other people's professional prescriptions of what i should want and have to have in order to be young …
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An American Muse
I: An American Muse hard enough being a black American ballerina, during the rise of Western consumerism and its slithering hydra of racism then to be beaten, drained and marginalized by that American hero, artist, frontiersman who showed the rest of us what to do with talent but had no room to value hers, or …
cooked or raw
our rock stars replaced by chefs our anthems cooked into consumable pieces the recipe for the Beatles become nostalgic indulgence no longer any power to pump the pulse of our human culture so divided in carefully fermented samples watch Asia follow after the peak of our middle-class while more of our doors close; walls planned …
automotive plant
when a motor-vehicle plant is no longer moving anything but the virus of an ever-faltering step and its drones have already abandoned its queen, for richer cement grounds watch how those bright dandelions push their heads right through the concrete and get back to work filling what we abandon, growing where we only saw death …
Don Quoxites Run Amok!
we all get up! and chase after windmills! cuz ain’t no giants! that we can find for slaying! in this metropolis don’t really want real giants, anyway cuz that would be crazy! pixel-based is better! digital is better! virtual is better! we are Quixotes! we build custom windmills! to attack as giants! cuz attacking real …
the beauty of possession (intermission #2)
enjoy her beauty like you can buy or steal a beautiful painting plant, pet or even person and desire becomes synonymous with frustration, maybe even cruelty don’t make love to a painting don’t go humping no trees don’t delude yourself into thinking you could ever have what isn’t her entirety the jewel that lifts to …
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educate me
never been a fan of graded writing don’t dumb down my readability or teach me to actively confuse simplicity with stupidity small words with less meaning and that the big ones are too expensive it ain’t true if something takes a little more effort to read simply because it needs, or should, need a kiss, …
An American Hero 