the break ( a poem)

Wednesday, March 5, 2025

The crags, the rocks, the crystal, the break,
the blue, the wave, something to ride,
before the crash, walk the plank,
the lightning, the edge, the power,
the absurdity of being so sure,
but the mania carrying so many of us further than the others.

Turning, the pull, an orbiting gravity,
the tides, seasons, space weather,
and crashing galaxies.

The revolution, the fold, the repeat,
the rehearsal, the record,
the etches of history,
playing over and over again.

The reader, the display, the medium, the output,
the messenger, the words,
a string of meaning,
digital chaos and order with a proper code array.

Turn the dish, capture the frequency,
space rays, telling us who to kill and who to spare.

Raptors inbound, Jurassic projects,
global surveillance, gone corrupt,
a screen, a drone, a sanctioned kill,
from a cage in Vegas, a desert pod,
be home for dinner.

The water stick, the snake oil, and the crystal balls,
whatever, I just know that wars will be fought because of it.

The cascade, a loop, time unbroken,
no matter what I do it doesn’t change the outcome,
core memories, the story, the pillars,
destiny, the providence, the voodoo,
the superstition and the devils.

In the spotlight, in the corner, crying,
losing our precious religion,
withdraw the cultural opium,
and slap your neighbor sober.

Trajectory, visual flight only, instruments down,
what really matters, outside these stages,
the marionettes and the complex string sets,
let’s transcend, a little love and common sense,
squeezed the life out of them, the empathy died,
bled out while the crew went on ahead to the party.