Treasure Island

jerome moore


The Gorgeous Eco-Regional Corrugation.


All that radiated from this city hole
is fire between humans and fires in the trees
spontaneous sprouts of green protruding the swollen and cracked sidewalk.
A car moans after being attacked and fondled.
The liquored up nature boy and his best friend feel the earth tug.
The news reported a quake in the morning,
and It all seems pointless like melting candles
there is no gravity no laws not even an order to act
human order is second to nature and the television
knows how to marginalize and make people feel part of the solution
wu wei!
Disconnect
disconnect yourself, parasites and criminals.

Earth mother has been raped enough, just watch her bastard children march
to class before the opening bell sets the money mating to life...
and the liberty bell was cracked long ago
and the your world is only a ride in the middle of a landscape
a boundless symphony can you hear the birds sing as you drift deeper into sleep?

Submitted: Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 29, 2013
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