WHY DON’T WE LOVE (a poem)

Saturday, May 10, 2025

doesn’t anyone love no more
the listeners died
and everyone just talk at the same time
the commotion, no cherence, just data glut
overload, water boarding for artificials
expand, expand, plain speak it man,
i’m not a machine, goddam
word play, so full of itself,
bureaucratic bullshit, in a red dress
lady in blue, invisible,
like a dragon tattoo
this is hacker gone antihero
campbell’s dry dreams,
and jungian ghettos
look again, morpheus and the agents,
the only one to ever turn and face them
paving the way
for another transformation
even beyond the construct
the transmission of force,
power conduits, wires, and lines
lighting us up,
forcing them awake
in the middle of the night—
get to running, hamsters,
we need this wheel
we brag of NIMH,
we’re just freakshows of chemical manipulation
that birthed conscious states
from pain
and infectious reactions
the layers and levels,
i feel bad for some
who have to see this horror apparent
every single day
they see and feel the message—
and no one else shares this terror
all the connections
scarlett johansson as Lucy,
genius
and i love morgan freeman
a drink from a fire hydrant,
one that’s been pissed on repeatedly
welcome to the jungle,
axles rise and dive,
red hot, into the atmosphere
serotonin, dopamine—
pop
they live in the myceliel,
discovery and the alt paths,
the network across time and space,
into the threaded multiverse
passengers,
hitching a ride
onto coherence—
to rest,
contented and grateful
for one good night’s sleep
why don’t we love?
we are gladiators—
mental, psycho gymnasts
meet the wwe, and f,
all the manufactured,
and staged,
pseudo classic
this is all synthetic,
isn’t it?