Evolve

Inspired by Chuck P's novel Fight Club, and a conversation with a superior, this poem is about the degeneration of the human spirit and rise of the technological age.

Every face - a mirror

every word - recycled

"no great war,

no great depression"

Dorm halls, school halls

full, but empty... vacuous.

It's all relative.

It's all narrative

or our ratrace.

Then the bombs go off,

and the same is reborn,

and it dies again.

The flags are flown,

and brought back in.

The books have been written

the thoughs have been though:

"We are the all-singing

all-dancing crap of the earth."

Exhale, don't breathe in,

let loose laments lashing

lacerations, and be - free.

Hit bottom: rock bottom,

only then can we be free.

No cars, no heat, no machines

Fight! Fight it all,

and most importantly

Evolve. Become more.

Rise above all the lesser,

above al the latter

Evolve - just evolve.

Author's Note

In all fairness in my case, I am not a fan of free verse. I hate the poetry. I only used it to mirror my hatred for the things mentioned above.