290718A
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Time can pass easily
in various unpleasant ways.
Pretending to be doing something
and claiming you wanted to do it,
but knowing it isn't that way at all.
Shuffle the cards and re-deal
the same empty hand over and over,
to be played out in turn.
That emphasis of random chance
having some deeper meaning.
A grinding tune on the radio
trying to convince you
that you are not really alone.
There are millions of others
stuck on that same sinking boat.
Faceless, nameless, ghosts,
on the same ghost ship journey.
They sail on and on and on.
no destination between funerals,
on that quarantined plague ship.
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290718B
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Faces smear out
across the rough edges
of the memory bank.
The way plastic stretches,
when it becomes so heated
that it tries to stick to anything.
The numbers at the bottom,
making an insufficient impression,
as their meanings slowly erase.
Everything wears out,
if given enough use.
Then loses that privilege.
Eyes have not made contact
with any more than a resemblance
to any sort of living thing.
Do you feel really touched
by that sort of off the cuff remark,
being tossed about ?
You can look at nearly anything
without making real contact;
while recording a data scan.
Everything that happens
is only another swipe,
passing away into digital infinity.
It leaves a concrete record,
for someone else to analyze,
until that too is decomposed.
It passes as identity,
to be overwritten repeatedly,
by various bureaucrats.
I have no idea where it all leads to,
but I know I don't want to follow,
into becoming totally absorbed.
The mop up operation commencing,
to suck out any fluidity
that might have remained.
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290718C
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Thunder teases
and the rain spits at you.
You wait for the sky to tear open
as if salvation will tumble out
of that ruptured bag of tricks.
Weather reports are threats,
that sometimes come true.
A long list of cancellations,
and somewhere on that list
your fear of being mentioned.
Foreplay with the weather lady
might have led to something,
if the weather man had not stepped in,
to rearrange your weather
into something less favourable.
Life is easily a snow storm
that only comes in midsummer.
Smiley faces on the map
are there to laugh at your cloud
made to grow darker on the horizon.
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290718D
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Cookie cutter people
and cookie cutter lives:
all made from the same dough,
baked long and hard.
Nothing different,
is ever allowed to get past
inspection, before sprinkles,
flow down the line.
Packaged up the same,
made up of the same stuff,
they consume each other
in a hunger for identity.
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290718E
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Poking around in holes
in your search for answers.
Pick your favourite conspiracy
and stick to it.
Join a group,
if you can find one.
Wear the same t-shirt
as the others, on special days.
Read the same stories,
and watch the same movies.
It will help you say the same things
about the same subjects.
Avoid anything strange,
and particularly strange people.
Vote for what is popular,
so that you can be popular.
Make a habit
of following instructions.
Never ask, doubt, or question
where it is coming from.
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