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sociology

war by candlelight

amidst the curiosities

of my yet to be packed up

roll top desk

i found a diamond bracelet

you had given me

hiding in one of

the apothecary drawers

it reminded me immediately

how you waged

war by candlelight

instinctively i pulled the pin

on that gauche grenade

lobbing the tacky bauble

into the goose shit encircled pond

behind the house

your weaponry

is not welcome here

anymore

dad’s gonna be pissed

my generation had no great war

until the towers fell

and the government invented one

then we were told

it’s not our fight

beyond the departures gate

at the airport

our struggle is removing our shoes

and grabby TSA agents

we never grew a victory garden

we never salvaged all our metal to make bullets

or watched the soldierly  Vietnam death toll

march across the bottom of our television screens

we were raised by Atari systems, Pop Rocks, Sweet Valley High books,

and Bob Barker’s skinny microphone

so forgive me, my fellow

generationally x’d out americans

if i don’t give a shit

about your opinions on the upcoming election

a traveler’s guide to avoiding a hell of your own making

it’s taken me
nearly forty years
to learn to say
NO
to fear
to vice
to vanity
to unhealthy people
to intolerable situations
so to hell with
fake it ’til you make it
i say
fuck it ’til you chuck it

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snake skinned

she leans back all cleopatra

with an asp in her purse

and tells him,

“bite me”

powerful dumb

i have no fear of death

i’m not particularly concerned with my life expectancy

possessing the prescience of mind

if and when i reach 75

i will feel powerful dumb

as i tally the amount of time

i have spent in line at starbucks

on hold waiting for a customer service representative

watching television commercials

sitting in traffic

logged into a pseudo society online

listening to politicians lie

writing student loan checks

forcing a faux smile to an asshole

and feel i deserve

to be flattened by a speeding bullet train

into a scraping trail of bloody offal

for my cowardice

for failing to truly live

for accepting coffee and credit card offers as a substitute

for wasting my life

you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here…

Aldous Huxley,

Joseph Heller,

and George Orwell

walk into a bar…

and are immediately vindicated.





deep down inside

never make the mistake

of clinging to the notion

that someone is good

deep down inside

because

eventually

painfully

regrettably

you will come to realize

they do not have

a

deep down inside

 

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