sometimes the birds sing

sometimes the birds sing
and i can't hear them,
and sometimes rain drops
fall gently onto a tin roof
and i can't hear it

the world is shut out from my view,
our identity is kept captive
by corporate branding:
corporation
is the religion of the new world

sometimes i stare blankly
at a screen for hours on end
until my brain is fried
in the oil of some other man's ideas,
molded into the perfect consumer
from the same mold that bore
the cornucopia of western society

i step outside
and i can't feel the gentle caress
of the sun's rays on my skin

sometimes the birds sing
and i can't hear them,
not really

6/14/15



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Written on 2015-06-16 at 03:56

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes we become oblivious to these things. And yes corporation
is the religion of the new world. This is a fine piece on the redaction of our lives by modernity.
2015-06-17


Soup in the Sand
And so creeps forth a generation under hypnosis, silently choking with lamp-shaded eyes and cotton-stoppered ears; a generation of Oblivion. Excellent poem. So much is conjured by these words!!
2015-06-17



I like the post apocalyptic feel of this piece and it haunts me because it's now, the way life can be sometimes. Where is nature? We are owned by the machines, i.e. the corporations.
A haunting poem.
Ashe
2015-06-16