modern amusements and whirling masters

06/23/2019 05:56:25 AM Sunday


Conceptual Poetry: Poetry as Software./

if(argc = groupmod)
 printf(Usage: groupdel NULL);
       


modern amusements

whirling masters and top hat crashers
debark old growth timbers on the left coast
"grease 'er up!" shouts the chainsaw lumber jack
with thick, robust trunks teetering on a dime

thermoplastic coffee cups and donuts
drift off to join the Big Floating Waste Dump
somewhere south of alaska, north of kauai
thermostatic ocean currents do the rest

we can petition the world's congresses
with our granger mouths to form a plan
unbind the profit motif from life streams
slow down our fingers at the keypads

but, many of us know the gambler's hand we hold
the norms of statistics stacked for the banks.


Romans 11:17-18

And if some of the branches be broken off,
and thou, being a wild olive tree,
wert graffed in among them,
and with them partakest of the root and
fatness of the olive tree;

Boast not against the branches.
But if thou boast,
thou bearest not the root,
but the root thee.