I Live in The Twenty-First CenturyA Poem by G. CedilloWhat is a clock but another cheese grater hacking away at an infinite block of rich, fermented time? Can you imagine a world where that clock’s numbers sink down to nothingness and we feel no danger? Your mind gets the message but some worrying organ won’t cooperate. All our wonderful kitchen utensils were failed instruments of war. Maybe if our mothers baked a sweeter bread their sons would not be so hungry for blood. Right now, before either of us forgets, think of a sound purely decorative like sweet-kisses on poster pin-ups. I am looking everywhere for a glimpse of a sign from the bewildered. Are you as foolishly lavish as me? You want a low rattling explosion to run across your skin. Are you as forgetful? You want all life’s disciplines placed directly onto your head like a saint’s. Tell me, are you as bankrupt as me? You wonder what kind of toaster a moral person should own? What kind of car the racist drives? What brand cereal might the massacres eat? Right now, before either of us forgets, leave a note with the date and time that says, I lived to see the twenty-first century and, how we got here, I am still bewildered. © 2018 G. Cedillo |
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Added on February 22, 2018 Last Updated on February 22, 2018 AuthorG. CedilloHouston, TXAbouti am a student in Houston Texas, wholly concerned and invested in connections, soulful whispering of the truthful heart - honest reflections, deep vibrant living, friendships - relationships, musing w.. more..Writing
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