The Times Collide

The Times Collide

A Poem by Spoken

 

I am drawn to their world in the same animated way
a child matures scenes of concentrated imagery
wondering what happens when cars eradicate gasoline and raise electricity?
will we have giant 100 foot three pronged plugs double sided
one shoved in the backside of our cars
the other following the lines of a sidewalk leading to our homes?
Will we be confined in tiny apartment silos
towering over smog
but just below blackened sky lines?
 Our children’s children will laugh in giddy innocence
cupping their hands to their mouth
as we tell them how we used to carry waded pieces of paper called money
dipping our fingers in our pockets
wrestling lint for that one last penny
to equal six cents so we could have a dollar back
change was extra baggage
only offering empty hands tributary means to arbitrary ideals
like spending less equals less expenditure
when truth be told loose coins always belly up in the same place
we find ourselves now
a slow tumble from his pockets
tire rolling under couch cushions
collecting dust
and we’ll tell them back in our time people only had themselves to rely on
with the sweat of their brow they labored through most of their days
because we were the mechanical gears of society
streets once littered in graffiti artistry and jazz saxophones
turn to steel and presses
forming assembly lines of evolved self sustaining immortality
And I wonder if God were like us.
Creating for the quench of discovery and gluttonous growth
much like our burgeon robots do now
maybe we are a birth, upon birth, upon birth
in the ultimate forever search
for the why’s and what’s and how comes?  
A sour rot suckles my gums and I tongue at the notion
plaqued on reservoirs leading to the banks of contemplation
where Happiness watches the rivers dry
I shake the thought like an
etch-a-sketch effect
standing from my kitchen table and walking with a clean slate
feeling hope’s warmth again
until I catch a glimpse of the silos and blackened sky lines
from my window
and I throw my hands to my face
feeling the tears flow
my gut wrenches
as I see how real
it all becomes

© 2008 Spoken


Author's Note

Spoken
still playing with the end on this one, thoughts appreciated..

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Bloody hell, this is a refreshing surprise. It's a Ginsbergesque waterfall of words. I can't say I've read many like this on this site, which surprises me a bit. I wonder, Is Ginsberg not much in vogue in America these days? I found some of this one hard to follow, and your previous poem is still strong in my mind. But I really, really like these two lines...
A sour rot suckles my gums and I tongue at the notion plaqued on reservoirs leading to the banks of contemplation
A sour rot suckles my gums is delightfully horrible! Strong stuff. Sub Rosa Pines was more delightful, but these two lines bomb my brain out!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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it feels like it could go on for a bit more, i think you could turn this into a story, its futuristic yet realistic, well done. always a pleasure to read your work

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Being the slow-witted old man that I am, it will take me a bit of reading and re-reading to understand well. But I thought you should know that I am working on it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem allows the us to walk through a lucid dream in thought and is absolutely beautifully expressed.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this as well as the insight. Keep up the great work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bloody hell, this is a refreshing surprise. It's a Ginsbergesque waterfall of words. I can't say I've read many like this on this site, which surprises me a bit. I wonder, Is Ginsberg not much in vogue in America these days? I found some of this one hard to follow, and your previous poem is still strong in my mind. But I really, really like these two lines...
A sour rot suckles my gums and I tongue at the notion plaqued on reservoirs leading to the banks of contemplation
A sour rot suckles my gums is delightfully horrible! Strong stuff. Sub Rosa Pines was more delightful, but these two lines bomb my brain out!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i loved this...and such an appropriate title so loaded with superb imagery! thanks for the vivid and fun journey to the future in your write and a thought provoking look at out present...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very vivid imagery. the future can be very scary to think about. i've often had similar thoughts. nice write.

-doug-

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I always enjoy reading your work as it carries such depth and meaning for all. You have shown the reality of life with your expressive narration, as you draw me from line to line; knowing these truths that you speak of are what humanity has chosen to do. The end is great as I felt you draw to a close, but as all writers say...hummm I can take that further! Enjoyed ~ Jude xo :-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I dread the collision. I tend to spend more time in the past than most people. Wonderful, sci-fi write though. I just hope for blue skies and green trees.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The ending is perfect and I wouldn't change a thing. The entire piece is beautifully and intelligently written.
You have painted a canvas of devastation and the truth within your words is admirably observant. Your prose is spot on and I would say this is as much an opinion piece as a poem.
Well done...with feeling.
Helen:-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my what a thought provoking piece... you really went deep into the problems of this world and how fake a lot of it has become... so much is an illusion created by those in power and in the media using it for their gain to line their pockets... really a fabulous piece that says we are in need of big changes before humanity is nothing more that a plastic toy.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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