Wednesday, December 10, 2014 10:20 AM
“A Gray Morning’s Walk” -by Xper Dunn
Un-snowed-on lawns of early winter
Bleak with tans and greys and browns
And darkly opalescent sky with hidden sun
Frame the crispy quiet of lackluster solitude.
Each year reminded of the feeling of endings,
Endings of years, of lives, of childhoods—
Reminded that part of life is the absence
Or loss of life, the emptiness of cold without snow.
The crunch of my own footsteps in the crackling air
And the sharp ringing of stiff-sapped twigs snapping
And silence highlighted by the faint rumble
Of far-off, unseen trucks and planes.
Saturday, December 06, 2014 1:45 PM
TED talks on post modern meta-awareness
Keep me too busy to examine the underlying memes
Of my daily life—which changes, without my assent,
Nearly every day.
We fantasize with wide-screen cyber-punk fantasies
Of spaceships and computer minds
While we live with punches, slashes, legal torture
And genocide—some futuristic future we’ve got going on.
As we persist in locker-room cavemanisms
And snide, wink-wink racism
And ‘fuck the poor’.
Yeah, that’s a whiz-bang future we’ve got all gussied up
And ready to fly.
Robots and bullies,
Braniacs and bankers,
Rockets and riot gear,
Have a Coke and a rape and a smile!
O, don’t take it all so seriously—it’s
Only world domination
And the end of humanity’s dreams.
I don’t pay attention to politics.
I don’t pay attention.
I just pay.
makes a fine epitaph
for the Global Village.