2022-11-24 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
we look for validation and they say sure and give us eyeballs in return. and the tears come streaming down my face. why am i crying? a label in serif font on my tissue box say they come from responsibly managed trees but there are no roots where i come from. if you dig deep enough you’ll find a gaping hole, just empty air, a fish gasping in space, a character with no life left. There’s no money in the machine again. insert another quarter to continue. sometimes water flows smoothly, a whitewater river crashing through indigenous communities. other times it gurgles, chopped by a steady meat cleaver wielded by an elderly chinese man. he’s wearing a hat with happiness embroidered but all i can think about is what the duck that’s being presently chopped in half was thinking living as a plain old duck in this crazy new world. capitalism tells us to work for our masters and our dreams might just come true. your throat can fit more than you imagine if you just learn to tolerate greatness if you acclimate to choking. i am driftwood floating in lava. you are incense rising from the wildfire in hearts. smoke against a bright winter sun.