Long Conveyer Poems

Prisoner of the Matrix loaded
Prisoner of the matrix loaded

Cattle within the herd
cages within the slaughter
Profiteers prey upon the wounded
Branded comodified beings consumed
In consumption
Led to the plunder of themselves
Within the plotted grids of bondaged earth

Still between...

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      As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy 
metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, 
illness drools plus plus halcyon?
drawn too many wrinkles...

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Animal Chain Atrocities

No longer a bucolic photo op
bedecking a cover of Life magazine

Free grazing
pastoral images
now but bewildered enslavement

Animal commodities
factory farms and feedlots
CAFO habitats raising
sixty billion a year for dinner tables

Chickens

Hi-Tech slaughter
football fields long
alethic poor
four walled...

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Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt, where at the end time drops
into the slipstream and becomes...

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I was always late 
For you
And I never rushed,
never thinking I had
to
Time stalked me like
a wasp
I floated  through
life as if on a
cloud
Thin air masking my
mistakes
I was as elusive as
life gets
Time meant nothing
And I'm sorry...

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Noticing his neighbor’s young child
has laid a ladder against a tree,
determined to rescue a pet kitty stuck up there,
a middle-aged man crosses the street
and offers to help.
He STEPS UP the ladder
and retrieves the cat for...

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Step off the conveyer belt that
transport you to your daily limits.
Your constant gaze on that
controlling time clock, tick-tock, tick-tock!
It’s time for social distancing, time to go in,
consort with the self, the inner soul!
Stop all of...

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Bated breath stills Arctic style cruelty
        Clustered lichen mapped boulders crouch 
        Exhale cackles an altitudinous eulogy 
   ...

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FOR I AM ONLY THE WRITER

for I am only the writer
when using pen on parchment,
in order for me to become 
this conveyer of messages sent
so as a result of my handiwork,
that even at the times...

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Fish for lunch

For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines...

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I close my eyes and the world dissolves into little stars.
Windows and shadows taper off into unknown distances of space in sickly, bruised, yellow-greens and poisonous magenta. 
With whisps like ghosts that arrive in clouds...

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Group Gestalt 
Group Gestalt 
 
 
Individuals in groups not relating to the whole group 
(Humanity) {wait that seems a bit too much let us break this down to a 
subhuman group [the lieberry patrons]}...

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But I Have Seen!

If I was told the water will boil fish,
I would hold the conveyer in a grip,
That would fear his breath before I retreat,
Dragging his wits to their territory.
I would take him to...

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The Water Bottle

It was a Tuesday evening
The date was the third
The foreman was late
The plastic was slurred
Then fizz pop bang
The mold gave way
And out I sprang
I was born today
At 16.9 fl. oz.
I was pretty good...

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Larks are ascending funnels of sky,
songs smoke from enteral chimneys.
In an industrial park a fine Autumn light
burns bright.

Shoes fill with walkers,
we are out and praising
the clanking machinery,
for we are all leaves 
in the same furnace.

What...

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Then --

??With all firmness on the earth , 
    I  used my feet to walk 
    without fear and was reaching destination. .

    People used...

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I thought it'd be a blessing 
to reminisce
knowing I, the conveyer
A-I took over
as I spoke what ought
A-I did naught
it typed out its choice
none was my voice
as I watched the monitor
do its my detour
of every word...

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I’m an industrial athlete,
A miracle of logistic efficiency.
I climb the corporate ladder
Over a hundred times a day,
And all I ever see are boxes.
I have no idea what’s inside.
That’s above my pay grade.
My only concerns are
Hand...

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