gordon nosworthy


The Business Of The State - Poem by gordon nosworthy

chant along with the paxton song
my dog’s better than your dog:

my service’s better than your service
my product’s smarter than yours
my merchandise’s more improved than your merchandise
my commodity’ll make more money than yours

real improvement’s not the goal
better advertising is
we need to advance the cause
of the barely visible even in good light
make the white bread soft and mildew free
live longer than the human span of life
when we promote the novelty
we cram the shelves fuller
with bigger or smaller or more colorful
because we promoters know
smaller is cheaper to make
more expensive to buy

take my arm
let’s stroll along the public embankment
it is as it used to be
except more players playing
thinking of ways to make the old seem new again
to make the tired freshly deserving
the horse and buggy now looks like an anti gravity car
the telegraph now looks like the internet of things
the vote still means the very littlest it once was
a restless cocaine night
remains a restless cocaine night
thank heaven

where life around us is a bottle
we can’t see the round glass
all we see are corners
we see fractals not each other
employ computer simulations
while resetting the algorithms
to tell us our call is important
or that our needs are paramount
when the misrepresentations shape the glass
even exhausted we strive
to gain advantage of the blind spots
a penny on the dollar is still a penny
more would be nicer
that’s the point of believing
the pawns vaguely know they’re pawns
they just don’t admit what they might be
adamantly refusing to see what they see
in a culture of squares we encounter corners
while trapped inside the process of glass

chant along with the paxton song
my dog’s better than your dog:

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015



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