ebola exponential poem

Our response to existential emergencies
As a species remains weak
We cannot fathom that the end may be imminent
Not in our bones
Leaves something to be desired
We know what it took in World War II
But when the enemy is a miniscule virus
What is to be done?
We are so distracted and media numbed
Or invested in the status quo
Something just won’t add up
But what?
Oh, Mama, could this really be the end?
I know I’m schizophrenic and delusional
But I must insist. It’s real this time.
Even if not for us
For Africa it’s real, pandemic
And if the whole of Africa is down in flames
How far behind are the rest of us?
It’s time, time for the titanic effort
We mobilized without the government for Katrina
This time I’m insisting the government come along, too
I suppose we could just let the victims rot in the open
That should stop transmission
At the cost of the masks coming off civilization
Which might be a good thing, on balance
The masks coming off thing
Not the bodies in the streets

amber sparks imitation / automatic writing

initially the ramp went sideways

control switches

control switches

There was no time. We weren’t there. No one was. No one ever had been. Our pieces fell into place but there was nowhere to go. We were lost. Lost without our human bodies. Tearing of faces, tearing of hair except that there were no faces and there was no hair. curse the wave $#:]\> …>did not maintain the pieces to the course . other work will become necessary.  … ::: ;;; in several strides we were back to the earth.

we rang the bell but no one picked up. “is no one home,” we thought? But how could this be, where could they have gone? to the moon? To alpha centauri? How long had we been gone//?

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Johnny looked through the side door and saw that everyone was either passed out or So busy bickering that they probably never even noticed the bell ~#-

Should we go in? I asked him… Nah, he said. Lets just go hang out in the park . We’ll come back later and and see if they’re don being petty yet.. . And that’s what we did. We played on the swingset, caught shooting stars on our tongues, shot the shit, played some tag, too. You’re it!  I scream at the top of my &&lungs&& –

With everyone packed away in %earth, no one cares how loud I am. I could get used to this ~  I tell !Johnny. ‘me too’ he says and but we’ll get bored of it eventually

.And we all ready tried these dropping these meat sleeves _ and look what happened. Youre right I  says _ we’ll have to go back in there someday, but let’s stay here a little longer|. Alright says johnny. But not too long.One day there may be no people left to go back to.

I laughed out loud at the stars.

Oh johnny, I says, use your imagination a little. We’ll find somewhere that’s happenin, even if there aren’t any people on earth when we’re done. ///?

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You know you’re right, he says. !earth is actually a pretty happenin address. If only they would quit their bickering: Yeah i – kinda miss it too I mumble. But Im not ready to deal with it yet.

The crickets chirped into the falling dusk. We decided to steal some 40’s since there wasn’t nobody around.

Fin.

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All typos and punctuations intentional.

That was exhausting. Photo credits in a couple hours maybe.

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Musing on the Education/Employment Complex

How bout them sources, eh?

6 hours sleep tonight

Then the mad dash, the paper completion

Upon the pyre of zen

Brief sense of accomplishment

1 Final down

2 to go

1 abandoned to save the village

Need that paper, though

No one wants a man without a paper

No matter how silly some of it is

I do learn

Some new choice

Who’m I kidding, eh?

A farmer’s life ain’t for me

Computers, Computers

We work in silent offices

Perhaps with cameras, make some ads

Though those, those microchips

They suck our brains dry

Suck out our vital juices

Leave us drained

Spider caught a fly

Life out of balance

Me the instant casualty

But everyone will be

Generations after these post-modern scumwads

With their automated brain

Try to flush us all

The tower is struck

And they panic

On the ashes one hopes will rise

A culture,

A life,

One in balance

One wise

One that passes on the tools

Instead of glorifying almighty GDP

And crystal seals of suppression

To make automated people without end

(damn thing wont do my line breaks right.   fffftsx!)