Of the Eaters

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..  
 
This is the world  
 
Witness, I  
As primary signatory of this  
Document  
 
Pigeon flocks gathered upon a  
Power line,  
Rise in momentarily  
Disturbed  
Flight,  
 
An expanding and  
Collapsing  
Molecule,  
 
As a homeless  
Creature  
Stirs  
From  
Intoxicated  
Slumber,  
Issuing  
Slurred  
Hoary  
Oaths,  
Perhaps,  
Addressing  
Beloved  
Spectres,  
Lost,  
Before  
Renewed  
Repose  
 
Witness, I  
 
Linen, cloth, leather clad  
Consumers, in a  
Line, to purchase  
Eighteen dollar  
Popcorn  
And  
Eight dollar  
Soda pop  
 
And you,  
And I,  
Here,  
Meeting,  
In this,  
Lapsed  
Moment,  
Of silent  
Ingestion  
 
Witness, I  
 
Ain’t I a card  
 
“It’s something else  
When people think your  
Life is easy”  
 
..  
 
We think  
We’ve strayed  
From the natural  
Order  
With our  
Industrialization  
 
The arrogance  
 
Nature  
Abhors  
A vacuum,  
And so,  
Prehistoric  
Extinction  
Does not mean  
Gone,  
Into nothing,  
Annihilation,  
But rendered  
Down  
To crude  
And unearthed  
Coals  
Boil, in  
The atmospheric  
Stranglehold  
Of expended  
Fossil fuels  
Phantom  
Fist,  
Black  
Hovering  
Breath,  
About us,  
Holding  
Back  
Refracted  
Heat  
 
Our thin  
Ozone  
Veil  
Pulled back  
To bare  
Grinning  
Bones  
 
The natural order is alive  
And well  
And, I hate to be the one  
To tell you, but  
This is hell  
And you  
Are free  
To dwell  
In a piss stinking corner  
So,  
Get comfortable  
Or  
Tame that cowlick  
And  
Show me some teeth  
 
This is the world,  
Of standardized wellness examinations  
Do you know the drill?  
 
Have you been taking your medications  
Did you bring your bottles  
Piss into a plastic cup  
Whilst I stand by, discreetly  
Back (partially) turned  
(Giving you the side eye)  
Were you subject to molestation  
(Are you damaged)  
Were you subject to domestic violence  
(Are you weak)  
Have you been experiencing suicidal ideations  
(Will you admit to a necessary  
Mandatory  
Incarceration  
For purposes of  
Restrained  
Chemical  
Re-indoctrination)  
 
Toe the line,  
Cowpoke,  
Or you’ll be  
Culled  
From the herd  
 
And if you haven’t  
Heard,  
Cigarettes are no longer  
En vogue  
 
And if I have a bout  
Of mania,  
And become  
Excitable  
Talkative  
And proud,  
Or pass through a  
Depressurized  
Cloud  
And become  
Maudlin  
Listless  
And  
Withdrawn,  
It doesn’t matter  
If I am  
Kind  
Caring  
Insightful  
Supportive  
Learned  
And wise,  
What matters,  
Is, I have  
Deviated,  
For a moment,  
From the spectrum  
Of your  
Programmed  
Comfort  
Zone,  
And been stamped,  
And been deemed  
 
And if Happy Fleck laughs  
Out of loneliness,  
Out of fear,  
They turn away,  
Or put the boots to him,  
And his eyes weep above  
An agonizingly distorted  
Mouth  
 
And his dance steps are  
Haunted  
And delightful  
Melancholy,  
A moment  
Of Fred Astaire,  
Of freedom  
 
And mine are a touch  
Wistful  
And introspective  
And when I smile  
In the photograph  
Taken  
Just after  
I wept  
Upon the furthest  
Stall  
With the door  
Ajar,  
What matters,  
Ladies and gents  
Of the gallery,  
Is the smile  
 
And, all  
The while,  
The wheels gleam from  
Steady maintenance  
Of  
Order enforcement,  
Not law,  
Order,  
And the steady  
Ejaculation  
Of crisply  
Printed  
Paychecks  
 
And all the while,  
Machine  
Teeth  
Grind  
Molecular matter  
Into food stamps,  
Into consumable  
Particulates  
 
And in the realm of the lotus  
Eaters, hanging from the  
Craggy ledge,  
In the warm  
Grip, of indoctrinated  
Slumber,  
Illness  
Pervades  
The communal  
Mind, the  
Quo,  
Agreed  
Upon,  
By nolo  
Contendere,  
By concession,  
By application  
Of  
Repetitioned  
Stressors  
Of oaths,  
Of contractual  
Signatures,  
For circuses,  
For sweet  
Breads,  
Behind the multi  
Channeled  
Curtains of  
Smiles,  
Rage  
Wars,  
Perpetual  
Normalization  
Of  
Opposed  
Pressures  
 
The rainforests are burning,  
Our lungs are on fire,  
As you and I sit here,  
Pondering,  
Individual  
Mental illness,  
Beneath a naked,  
Conflagrated,  
Pate  
 
My cereal box  
Brothers  
And  
Serial code  
Sisters  
 
Witness  
 
This is the world..  
 
This is the world..  
 
Of the eaters
 
..  
 
Playback complete  
 
Signing off  
 
..  
 
Of the Eaters  
Brought to you, in part  
By  
R_Sculptoris  
With the consent of parties  
Undersigned, and by implied  
Consent of those parties hereby  
Underwritten