Farewell to that ferocious energy
The overwhelming visibility
That for so many years
Left us blind to the subtle forces
Farewell to that pernicious reality
The persistence of every vision but ours
The mind numbing normalcy
Day after day of time clocks
And sales tax and info-mercials
Entertainment for a culture
That has no time for development
Of character or theme
And if anybody feels any discomfort
Oh goddammit let's admit it
If anybody feels anything at all
They must not be working hard enough
No one writes 'Fuck Nixon'
Next to the toilet paper anymore
No time to scratch 'Fuck Bush' on the door
But millions post it in their blogs
Never realizing the big audience
Sits surrounded by blank walls at the AMPM
Pants around their ankles
Thumbs feverishly texting FUCK U
FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U LOL LOL LOL
OMFG WTF
SOS SOS SOSSSSSSSSSSSS
It is all too fast
Where are the slow chords?
There have to be slow chords
16 August,2K7
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