OtherLeft Poetry

We no longer have the nerve to take things apart to make them better. Now we must wait for them to break so can do a bad job of fixing them because a fix is always rushed. We understand rushed. We don’t understand human design for social components. In fact we’re scared because we’ve been told that is bad. Only social accidents are ok. But they seem to lead to the same people winning. Not us.

Holiday time at the end of the mall

Once the route through stores

Our species is in the grip of adolescence

Could this be the case?

Torn between future and past

Mommy or the world?

Instant gratification needs to be denied

But never was before

The future falls into space

What does the window say?

It says what it always says

And always changing

But I want this widow to be

A vision of the future

We’re all knocking on the doors of the virtual world hoping for the virtual to become real

Not because we’re necessarily tired of the real world but because there is a promise of so much more when virtual merges with real

Most doors don’t open and those that do are only partially there

Bones and Mist

We are all lost and adrift

Yes, all. America is lost and adrift

Ending Song

We need some new music

The old song is just an old song

Well, religion is bullshit. Actually everything but scientific, empirically proven knowledge is bullshit. But that leaves out a lot of language and ideas that we need to pad the sharp edges of reality. I think only in the last generation we’ve begun to seriously strip away mythological bullshit from our interstitial linkage and padding and reconnect…

LEAVING

Leaving your mind for a minute is a goal that leads to leaving the other