Are you tired, stressed, overreacting
to what was said
in the news or by your neighbor,
emotions running high?
Are you jacked-up-stuck-in-the-box
craving a side of freedom fries
reeking of new world odor,
stench form the newsroom war trenches
(actually windowless cubicles)
so thick
not even a plug-in diffuser with scented oil
could hide what’s spoiled —
landfills filled
but spirits empty.
A little history lesson:
off course
they sailed for the so-called new world . . .
too fast-food forward
craving a side of freedom fries,
denying there’s an empire of lies,
selling, buying and eating up the hypnotize
when all the time it was about supplies —
landfills filled
but spirits empty,
welcome to the new world odor.
And the war trenches
where civilians, soldiers and neo-nazis cling
to their lives
because of supplies
(and what about the so-called untermenschen worldwide).
Wake up,
can you smell the roses?
The coffee? That scent
the spring rain stirs upwards
from the bone-dry earth?
With landfills filled
there’s nowhere else to go,
nowhere ‘new’ to sail to —
so now they want the DNA codes,
the digital codes
and microchipped hands
over arrhythmic hearts
pledging:
one world nation
under Narrative
with freedom fries and woke diversity for all
(except the untermenschen).
But how many can smell what’s coming
when the screens have no sense of smell,
nor taste, nor touch,
half-living in a two-dimensional
box of sight and sound,
while the new world odor
tries to slide through,
under the door.
(reprinted with permission from Axis of Logic)