Long Obsolescence Poems

I was nervous about my newest client.
Not every Permaculture Designer gets a contract
with the WhiteHouse.
But, when the President called,
or twittered,
for an intake interview,
I guess it felt like an obligation
to at least show up,
although perhaps about...

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Raid versus woe

Black flag(s) show up
on social media platforms
when potential homicidal maniac(s)
communicate(s) intent to strike
with ambush and ready
read - able, eager, and willing
to embark upon murderous rampage.

Prospective killer armed to the teeth
usually a young bucking...

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Digital Creationism
(Man 0, God 1)         

Part 1: Binary God
For men it seems God is a binary function
And like ones and zeros 'HE IS ON or 'he's off.'
Is...

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Once upon this time
I was listening to the Christian Fathers
retell traditional stories
of God's election and predestination.

Predestination
is like being born into royalty,
power,
privileges of humane Earth's regenerative grace.

Election is more democratic.
Selection based on God's vote for mercy,
apparently,
because...

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"Energy fields extend to infinity.
Consequently they are open--
not a little bit open,
not sometimes open,
but continuously open.
The long-established view of the universe as an entropic,
closed system is rapidly losing ground.
Proposals that living systems were open systems
led...

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SENSE OF UNIVERSAL CREATIVITY CONCEPT BEYOND COSMIC CREATURES REVIEW.
WHY, HOW, WHEN, WHO DESIGNED THE SYLLOGE KNOW HOW CREATOR ONLY KEN. 
OBVIOUSLY, SINCE INCEPTION OF MACROCOSMOS INFINITY TIMES LAPSED THE COINER SELF EXISTENCE HYPOTHESIS GIST AND...

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Let hope rely upon your Maginot
for swift retort has choked your Gallic might.
It crushed your will beneath its undertow
as diligence receded in the fight.
Your flailing forces teeter on defeat
and any hint of truce shall be...

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The emptiness is left with no resolve
for all the stars in Heaven have maligned.
Your God has let morality devolve
into the darkest days of humankind.
A war to end all wars has spawned revenge,
the madness seeks to...

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(With apologies to Rudyard Kipling!)

If you can keep your head when your computer crashes
right after a new programme, removed essential caches!
If you can smile when you lose a whole day's work
and the blue screen of...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf...

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the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence

we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe...

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This epidemic re: murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid 
fixation allowing, enabling and providing terrifying 
   trappings, whence Pandora out the lid
anger loosed by gun toting recorded by hid
dee us aide de camp...

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This epidemic re:
murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid
fixation allowing, enabling
and providing terrifying
trappings, whence went Pandora out the lid
anger loosed maniacally gun down
(in S-L-O-W mo) recorded by hid
madding crowd, each person
locked in crosshair grid
source (perhaps pathetic...

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From cold concrete floor to plaster ceiling
in cardboard boxes, damp and peeling;
beneath migraine fluorescence,
humming, blinking incessance.
They languish spectrally bound and gagged,
indexed, filed, stamped and tagged:
a desert vista of yellowing paper.
They say nothing,
travel nowhere.

Confetti never thrown...

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she was hot - like a menopausal flash
he was hard - like arteriosclerosis

limber lumbar but an ancient memory
a touch senile, maybe, a touch unsensory

and yet the sparks still sparkled
in eyes that cataracts encircled 

old flames...

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Progressives say mankind is improving,
so, moral laws are no longer needed. 
The goal for mankind is self-expression,
hence the need for new social conventions.

That which is old is no longer useful,
So, out with the old, and...

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Dearly beloved  those gone but not forgotten  masqueraded in blood and  gore  wrists slit themselves in protest they were being optimistic. In a peculiar protest took one for the team, fully...

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Hey there Avidian
who do you
think you are?

Some rara avis
eminently gifted?
a New Age prophet
with memory that learns
and yearns to grow?
Ovidian offspring
of eminent domain?

The yeuk to replicate, this
antsiness to clone— were they
preprogrammed hyper-neatly?
How did your being
and becoming
come...

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Daddy dearest, I miss your presence
Always lingering with your love’s trustworthy license
Delighting am I in your memories’ iridescence
Definitely can never be erased by obsolescence…
You surely left me with your great fatherly essence.

Deep down in my...

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Strange people 
are scurrying
here to there 
each toiling in odd
obsolete jobs 
I watch the timbers lean
to and fro 
around the ancient grove
I find it odd that the trees grow 
not where they stand 
only bare...

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Reliability is hard to come by, I hear a sigh
Product insurance is offered when you buy
Manufacturers do build obsolescence in
Sellers know you’ll be coming back again.

Product insurance is offered when you buy
The appliance is not...

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Spaces like Life

Your death is no spectacle. It will unfold itself ceremoniously
like a soft-sweater worn and discarded because of a snag
I walk in a ghetto in the black of night, chunks of asphalt heaved up...

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I aspire for a flight of magnificence 
though the words at times reek of innocence.
Yet striving to create a renaissance 
in form which will not require penitence.
I boast of overcoming pestilence
in manipulating verbal reticence
to overcome...

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"Though Unseen"

Racism oozes inside there, though unseen,

Just vibrating there with incredible fangs for punctures;

Far inside the nucleus of our frenzied souls,

It throbs knowingly there, like a silent spider,

Deep inside the focal core of sentient breathing.

It...

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Scrounging my barren streets for mental calories
Hands tied trying to eat another temporary solution
Each new moon one eyelet closer to certain fragility

Countless pounds of synthetic leather,
Cork and carbon rubber 
Now among the withered
In the vastness...

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