Dreaming and shifting colors
without light
sight
core philosophies or moral compass
voting for absolutes
getting half-measures
compromises
deceptions
focusing on groups, telling you
what to think,
say, be.
---
What the hell do we know anyway?
There is always something
strange
gratifying
bizarre
in the processes that are the
engine of our culture
dynamic
fluid
crazy and winding down
we forget to disbelieve and fall
into pits of propaganda
false promises
lies
Buffets of hectoring ineptitude
attractive, senseless and cold.
We love our false security and hug it to our breast.
We love our culture and hug it to our breast.
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Our cake is eaten, too
delicious,
like the clicking of a baseball card in the spokes of our bicycle
life clatters by
eating our faces, and spitting them back out
shrivelled, but etched with
invaluable experience never to be given back
bought dearly, shared
exhaustively
tediously
always readily
usually unbidden
ever unheeded
eaten, but undigested.
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We know everything at any given age
though we should know better and get smarter.
Or something.
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I have never gone whoring in Thailand
But I have been to the clubs
where dancing twenty-somethings entice or repulse and negotiate
settling on a price figured in breakfasts, drinks or
just a presence, a lessening of solitude,
isolation,
small price to pay.
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I continually float
from one to the other
perpetually undecided
afraid, probably, of branding
but also genuine in indecision and vacillation
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