Floating down
the endless stream
'of cigarettes and magazines'
over sun-lit rocks
and night-lit dreams,
the chaos clash
of T.V. memes
something like an I.V. drip
of Kafkaesque news themes
and animated trips
of acidic insinuation,
filling a few rooms
of opiated asylum
from the soul-numb roaring
outside world
of clumsy, pervasive machines
with
all their garish cacophony
of gold-fever and neo-Germanic ambition:
this modern half-life
of constant undeclared war,
at the heart of it all
a vacuum...
which nature's said
to abhor
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