Who knew that my New is ancient? Forgotten in 2/2014
bored faces of new generations of semi-olds
Gnawing sushi and fresh wasabi, stock value on the Cubs?
Who knew that my postcard collection will stay virgin, unstamped,
Lost in the present? Buried at the bottom of a shoe box lay the best times of my life, heavily breathing under piles of beige hand-written paper.
Who knew the Press will get de-Pressed, compressed in the folds of corporate blubber?
That mannequins will flirt of People-magazine, that LIFE will croak lifeless?
That a Kardashian ass will trademark and replace
Da Vinci Mona Lisa’s face ?
Who knew that ‘connecting’ implies six degrees of electronic separation?
That a facebook- chat is faceless and voiceless?
Who knew that the Selfie will digitize n’ sta-grama-tize the Self?
That texting – discontext, not now, nor here,
Somewhere else, in my I-head; I Text therefore I am!
Who knew that Democracy is freedom to buy other people’s freedom with money?
That free healthcare is a threat to the well-being of the wealthy?
That suicide is outlawed, but healthcare is only a privilege?
Who knew that the war is still on? We must defend till they’re all dead.
Which God shall we hand our children’s to this time?
which God shall we heroically behead?
Who knew that guns are now carried or concealed to protect us
…from each other?
That police target-shooting now takes place in city streets?
Who knew that Gays are people, are people …that queers will point to the Rainbow of our humanity?
Who knew that Negroes are African- American now… but still Negroes?
That ‘to stand your ground’ means to take a black man off it?
That the right to move and breathe is color-coded?
Who knew that Revisionists don’t aim at revision, but repeat old mistakes?
Who knew that the gauze, weeping zithers, shepherd flutes in froth of incense, are only a product of my aging reconstructive reminiscence,
A waste of otherwise time to buy and sell my merchandise?
And… who knew that my children will step outside the inside
In search of a world without any barbwire and mean jealous Gods?