Thanksgiving Elegy

We exist in a culture that

is all about showing you


everything you can’t

have, can never


afford.  Luxury of comfort

is systematically withheld


from you by those who have

too much to understand a thing

about reality.  Too much


value has been placed on the things

we elect to represent our ideas


of beauty, justice, comfortable

peace of denial.  So we forget that


we all, like roses (as indifferent as

ever), are most beautiful

while preparing to die.  This moment

arrives, joyfully find the warmth of skin


so you can forget about all

~~~     ~          ~that shit you just bought.


1 Comment

  1. completely agree….the feeding of the machine.

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