You insane, maddening,
wilful woman
always seeking answers
to hard questions.
Asking more of others
than what they can give.
Incessantly inquisitive,
consistently capricious,
persistently pestiferous
in the quest for
deeper understanding.
Just a tiny speck of a girl
voluntarily stripped naked
like her predecessors -
arsonists who freed themselves
from material belongings
and institutions
that would become cages
for those who complied
and brewed the discontent
that radicalized
those radical eyes.
Except she trades dogmatics
for the study of pragmatics,
the context of words spoken.
Does anyone really mean
what they say?
Say what they mean?
And if the Devil is in the details,
then God is in the subconscious
fluidly forming intrinsically within.
But sure - put a little more
in the church collection plate
that'll help us not to judge,
that'll help us not to hate.
Perhaps this ship we’re on
is rudderless after all?
With no captain,
just a scroll
of man-made rules
designed to tether the soul.
Learn to trust the voice within
and allow it to rise
through meditation,
although good soldiers say:
To hell with feelings,
give us sedation
give us a nice map
tell us where to go
give us a night cap
let the anesthesia flow
through the veins
til the eyes roll back
Or let them grow squarer
affixed to a screen,
reminding us to want,
anticipating our needs.
Begging us to seek externally
what's missing internally.
Suit up our armour
and gather our arsenal
in the form of money owed.
A beautiful presentation
a painted on smile
a big house
a nice fucking lawn.
Shut the kids up for a second
to get the perfect photograph
posted for everyone to see:
‘Hey it happened’
and ‘I exist’
and 'this is happiness’
Class warfare:
consciously unconscious
of our place in the queue,
ignorantly aimless,
intuitions drowned away
by the cacophonic chaos
growing louder by the day.
The world is burning
while everyone is yearning
just to be seen
just to be heard.
Do we absorb indifference
or do we walk around the suburbs
looking for someone —
anyone who cares?
The neighbour’s dog
just shit on my lawn again.
Think I’ll write a letter to the city,
probably best to tend to that instead.
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