The Times Collide

 

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

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[R J Askew]

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!

[Rob Luciano]

Incredibly prophetic piece, reads almost like a story. You lay before the reader a dreamlike vision of what could be in the not so distant future.

The ending btw should be left alone in my opinion. It's an abrupt wake from a lucid dream that comes with the realization that what you just experienced was no dream...it was all too real.

This will be go down as one of my favorites.

[Blue Sky]

Compelled by your concerns
all to be.. shall be!! I really thought
this was a well thought out piece
and accomplished yet a great write here
makes one ponder of the conditions now
and how we as humans are and will be affected!
Such an outstanding piece, you did a wonderful job
to create this awesome poetry!

[Wolfwind Words]

I loved the imagery and wondering thoughts of the past from a future point of view.
I think your choice of words were really good for casting, into our vision, the sense of disperity that the future seems to hold for us, being humanity that is.

Overall, I felt that this was a brilliant piece. Crafted with thought, making the reader think and ponder life as we took this journey with you, via your words.

Great Ink!
Aaron Maycroft

[Rob Luciano]

Wow....

I'll have to come back to give a more articulate review.