may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Friday, September 2, 2011

MIRACLE OF THE MODERN

sometimes i am as village-pointing to the skies
when huge Behomeths rise on jet Icarus engines
(only Challengers burst into flamed failures...)
like meteors and Mars.I hunt for "cloud"and "internet"
hitch the "information superhighway"-missing metaphor
i am as literal as Plague.Fetid water Sudan/Somalia.
First World bursts into London flames
Heat burns down Texas.Whether warming is global or local-
i feel it in my misspelt melanomas/cancers of our chakras
Industrial disease making mongoloid/experimentation madnesses
i am as rainforest to bulldozer/throwing spear words@military helicopters
You do not leave space to breathe.This painting too modern-mess of squiggles Wall Street
where bull marketry is new Minotaur-and Theseus cannot slay this Myth of Marketing
"Jobs"when machines have replaced us in the factories of obscelescence?
Robots on assembly lines,offshored.! i wish to hunt,yet end up shopping
Bison sold on salmon farms,crocodile leather pants up waterfalls virtual
i am a child in the cloud,databanks recording every conversation
Security cameras track and trace my footsteps,but it is far too late
i am a nylon cloud.The rainforest is made of plastic

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