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Frustration

Frustration

These days my frustration is digital in that `Brave New World'
                              and I can count on two digits who is in and who is out and in 
that sense am quite binary dualistic in my sense of frustration
                       dichotomous reliant polarised with a shibboleth splitting my virtue

The internet does not work yet again in that world class City
                              of Josy and my stream of consciousness leads me to moving
out of my skin in resentful anger or just back to Europe or any
                           other place where the grass is greener in any unrestricted case 
where its so green it shines purple psychedelic so to speak 
                             in my escapist boiling dreams desires fantasies of…what I ask

Of course Aldous Huxley pertained his vision of brave and new to more important
                         matters than not knowing how to survive when my internet fails
he spoke of tramps and homeless and drew a connection from
                         hegemony of the rich and the hunger and freezing exclusion of…

Well half the globe’s population I suppose on less than two feral 
                         not federal dollars a day in sweat shops and war zones breaking
old bricks and their backs sowing designer footballs and branded
                         clothing and are branded by the lottery of their birth and demise

And my net still does not work I am a dinosaur almost extinct cannot fix it
                        and am privileged to operate if not quite app-arate yet somehow

In a state of aberrant abnormal dysfunctional dis-longing conformed 
                       into dependence when my poetry cannot for a moment reach that
global community most of which has better more vital needs than
                            to read my unease with connections with the ephemeral ether

Huxley spoke of classes of people designed for their purpose in
                            laboratory’s breeding grounds no chips on their shoulders and
maybe some chips in their brains happily chirping away liberated
                          from the plights of possessions outsourcing capital to the haves

Apartheid comes to mind ‘Lebensraum’ and marginalisation of
                                class racial distinction gender sexual orientation and of how 
much we are steered by a modernity serving the few with
                                knowledge and power sharing lip service a fig leaf attached
to the curtains of wealth from the outside of dens in disguise
                          of pseudo equality with the opium freely flowing for the masses

Eureka and I almost shouted Ikea as I am caught up while slurping
              my Coke drink in subconscious consumption but the internet works now

I am connected with the world again or with the illusion of what
                     it might be deluded and rationalised up to the gills in my immanent
problem of luxury and the desire to write a letter with ink on paper
                    and send it with a pretty stamp not fragmented and not so virtually

If I can find the strength to be honest and there is no honesty app so far 
                 other than my mind my frustration of being cut off from the world has 
possibly much more to do with what is happening when I trod off the 
                  treacherous path of self righteousness and take a short stroll into the 
township nearby and open my eyes and not that google window 

              
               Thanks to the internet or rather its loss I can see much clearer for now

31st October 2016

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