Feel Poisoned

The smell of diesel blankets the air

full of carbon monoxide, Mobil             death

~

traps bring us toxic water in a bottle

that looks clear and clean                    making us too eager

~

to bag it.  Cesium drip,

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drip, drips slowly so not to                 stir our senses

in the direction of the malformed

~

murder of all kind. Our

oceans are becoming

~

radioactive run off sweeping

the shorelines full of fish.  Stunts

~

present themselves as fine

art, then make a dumb

~

spectacle of all of its                           witless

witnesses.  It doesn’t matter,

~

the Olympics

~

are on. We produced for ourselves

the virtual reality of living. Tar and chips

~

have replaced the soil for roots

to grow.  There’s no life that exists

~

in tar.  Beggars we’ve become

begging bigger, better, more, more, more.

~

Feel the synapses as collapse is the culture

around.  Stare blankly at that screen.

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