.:Modernity:.

 the affixed stipulations
situations of some so-called citizens
go ahead and ask ‘em; the ones suffering
some in denial tinkering in the midst of their own sinking
middle-class my ass!!   ..ask ‘em about their ranking
if they think the slick thinkers
if they thought they gave an inkling
thinking about them?

the children, the women... their men
ask ‘em as they occupy walls, streets, floors, ceilings
all this bull crap taped & glued together
free-falling from each natural & unnatural disaster
the plummeting…faster & faster
an actual amount?
let’s just check the death count

the planet, the eco-science.. disease, famine
blackened clouds clouding the sunbursts
the same old new thirst, it’s still the same old curse
this as each day we rehearse another rendering of
getting blown up & blown away
an increase in pissing against the wind
wherein each tragedy has been more real than rhetorical
that expansion of what’s grim; the new norm
massive fail storms of earthly reform
far-right razors riding a hard right alongside our jugular
part & parcel of the regular
made ready slicing poor folk in particular

scenes of serial attacks; medieval
just like the rack; each one a squeeze play
stretching us to the limit another ongoing gimmick
it’s a cold calculated pandemic…a pity
from the rural right through into the city
all happening during and in the light of day
where nightly under the cover of a televised darkness
we break into a sweat from how they mark us
what’s absent is what goes unwritten
the truth from those who’ve forgotten
truly rotten; it’s that time of whatever’s clever
wherein the task applied is whatever works to sever
the cutting-off; cutting everyone off
right before the chase

what a waste as we sit & watch
a myopic viewing of core - corps - correspondents
spinning the bull in their obsolescence
propagandizing; broadly casting narrow lessons
daily are the infections within those reflections
not calling into account; the way they mount
it’s the shape shifting of the modernity
an ongoing amputation; each lesson
looking at life…these moments of
boom times of mostly blinded minds
the after-birth of hardened sentiments
settlements; that certainly go undefined
an earth of mirth getting carried away every time
an accumulation of sadness
paying homage to the ongoing madness
now where is that gladness?






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photo: miguel cuenca