Robert Verdon, #396, middle class circles (song)
one
day
fingering
a guitar that records every lick
no
matter how incompetent
I
think, absurdly,
first stones
will fall into world
ponds like lava bombs —
automated
cars, why not guitars
putting
out of work the homeless busker
on
the noisy, naughty
corner
today
we must take the cat to the vet
we all hate it
dawn nictitates on a branch
we turn in lower middle class circles
in our early model car
finally find the place
I buy a chicken later and honk at pigeons on the road
it’s Christmas, again
the Pentagon is writing scholarly papers
about urban warfare
to make Aleppo like a Teddy Bears Picnic
and Yemen like Biafra
when
all
humanity
lives
in megacities
the
earth will return to greenery
if
faintly radioactive
we
move
from interesting times
to
boring certainties
Allahu
Akbar!
I
give a few bucks to the beggar at the shops
I
go
back
to fingering
my licks
badly
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