the passage of time
offers no absolution
for an apology owed
though the debtor’s heart
may forgive
a bill remains past due
gone over
into collections
Tag: Sociology
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See Rock City
how far man has come
from the moment
we were a trillionth the size
of a mote of dust
sunbeam suspended
matter dancing out of existence on
antimatter stripper poles
super heated
into the biggest bang ever to blow
horny comets
into hadrons of extinct dinosaurs
dead shopping malls
kamikaze day traders
perched atop
financial district temples
sky diving down to
urine caked sidewalks
radicalized soccer moms
suicide bomb drum majors
high stepping into
Russian voting booths
and sheepy suburbanites
willing to eat hot artichokes
i’m guilty
of compartmentalizing
my life
no one will know each other
at my funeral
Robert Stack will narrate
the unsolved mysteries
there will be several unknown
oddly distraught
handsome gentlemen
friends from all over
and family
who will conduct it
like a senate hearing
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blank generation
i’ve seen the best minds
of my generation
fail to know about anything
that existed prior to 1980
historically culturally politically
unless it could be read
off a baseball card
a cereal box
or an infomercial scroll
during *Nick -at-Nite*
we are the great feckless mass
of scratch and sniffing
trapper keeping
garbage pail kid
consumer children
left
with no direction
on the living room floor
to play with colorful hunks of plastic
while our parents
watched Dallas and Dynasty
then
fucked the
neighbor next door
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melting pot
america
melting pot
if by melting pot
you mean
everyone is boiled
down to their bones
to be consumed
by rich white men
it’s taken me
nearly forty years
to learn to say
NO
to fear
to vice
to vanity
to unhealthy people
to intolerable situations
so to hell with
fake it ’til you make it
i say
fuck it ’til you chuck it
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i only have eyes
he didn’t look
upon me
with a lover’s eyes
he memorized me
fiendishly
which is quite
a different relationship
i believe
god has failed
to live up to his résumé
since the germinal moments
of the industrial age
yet somehow
he keeps getting
a pay raise
i have no fear of death
i’m not particularly concerned with my life expectancy
possessing the prescience of mind
if and when i reach 75
i will feel powerful dumb
as i tally the amount of time
i have spent in line at starbucks
on hold waiting for a customer service representative
watching television commercials
sitting in traffic
logged into a pseudo society online
listening to politicians lie
writing student loan checks
forcing a faux smile to an asshole
and feel i deserve
to be flattened by a speeding bullet train
into a scraping trail of bloody offal
for my cowardice
for failing to truly live
for accepting coffee and credit card offers as a substitute
for wasting my life
this day
was me,
my bitchy resting face,
(don’t tell me to smile, fucker)
and ten bobby pins
against the world