Beneath Fading Flags
1 Weaving through the front lines, Broadway south-bound, a reflection of our culture's decay, I notice a consistent fading of sticky patriotic flag ads, on lifted, mud-baptized 4x4 bumpers. Stars and blue, red lines blurred, worn to white, like Illusions of separateness. The most sentimental beings venture from fruitful forests roaming forgotten streets for coffee, beside bohemian guitars empathetically escorting wheel chairs to a remedy. Weathered street wanderers surviving on scraps migrate to huddle in that hacked-up Humboldt alleyway, across from the filth's glistening cage, beneath a mural depicting farm folk laughing ironically with grinning neighbors who appear helpful, contrasting the entirety of their Hand-me-down reality, in tattered, tortured souls, concrete camping, I watch them, watching Posh bank tellers counting their Cache of cash, as a status-pearl-parade comes prancing proudly through polished, bullet-proof glass, concerned mostly for soul-paralyzing stilettos, but I notice them not noticing the cracks. 2 The nearer we close in on another beginning again the more often I notice a survival split You either work for the system, or to dismantle it. I stumble from establishment to establishment where podiums are warm and hallow while gunfire hammers against a dulled-florescent-lit fog Old-Paradigm Professors wallow in anger, Luna observes in confusion, Inspiring me to muster up a smile just to marinate in variations of Housewife anthems, and other ignorance's I couldn't claim, that inspires the perpetuation of this species-disconnect- feeling. Sullen super-psychic souls grow to find acceptance in alienation, for life's not what past generations were trained to make it. They warn “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain” Same fear-based plots re-branded, same industries enabled, same frail, male dominator cults genetically modifying natural law, and at interest, selling us our free will. So I just retreat to the interior of my eyelids The safest place I have ever been, Where compassion is confirmed, Vivacious colors twirl and spin Textures communicate, My abstractions, legitimate. Shakti
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