Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Thanks but, they’re mere hinges
Worse though is my mind
bumping on the fringes
To some: too opined
Were it only mind & knees
what a gentle, kindly breeze!
But Life is howlingly intractable
careens oddly, nefariously
Life’s play is but tenuously actable
although sometimes hilariously
Concurring with Henry Giroux that:
” … what emerges is a savage form of casino capitalism along with an
army of walking dead zombies who celebrate a narcissistic
hyper-individualism that radiates a near sociopathic lack of interest in
other people and civic life.”
inspired this verse:
While Wall Street ‘prophets’
in system degrading
make windfall profits
on pension fund raiding
We let us be manipulated
to trudge on own ‘Google coned’ day
us zombies get humiliated
as too much piled up in our way
Palpable the diagnosis:
A one-sided symbiosis!
They talk about, talk, talk about & talk
boorishly self absorbed trivia
whether they drive, shop, do rest room & walk
wherever & in Bolivia
Unfazed they are letting it all hang out
where may quietness be found at all?
excitedly they gush, prattle & spout
letting us overhear every call.
Listening less than talking & talking
puzzled by the outside objection
whether they’re eating, sleeping or stalking
love that ring or ting: got connection!
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‘smartphony’ = someone who traded his or her pacifier (a gateway drug) for a smart phone, and are under the illusion that it bestows unique importance & efficiency with few trade-offs
Our attention constantly battered
self exiled in banality
Our senses confounded & scattered
as we forsake Reality
Suction cup noses on screen
absorbed, infatuated
as we adoringly preen
haven’t we got debilitated!
Even so many a fool
finding it all oh so cool!
They watch us picking our nose
in our homes, from outer space
when busy or just wiggling toes
without them leaving a trace
Surveillance is rarely benign
when able tighten our noose
our freedoms, influence decline
Cooked right now: Privacy’s goose
Never again shall our goose flap its wings
never mind how eternally hope springs
She’s wrapped in haute couture
a mere distractive detour
as with purloined demure
she’s all exigent allure
So if you can’t withstand seduction
your fallback may be harm reduction
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-harm reduction = a public health strategy that was developed initially for adults for whom additction abstinence does not seem feasible
We persist by push & aggress
may advance using cold guile.
We stir up excess, make a mess
crest our material pile.
At last, alas! We thought: Success!
We’re ‘uniquely’ distinguished
but pray tell who did we impress?
Soon we’ll all be extinguished.
Nonetheless not letting up, roiled in strife
Too busy hiding out in daily Life.
On winged feet our ‘indoor racer’
with wild hair flowing, flying
trajects like gun fireworks tracer
eternally she’s plying
Upwardly, leveling stairs
utensils clattering
all with efficiency’s airs
Bystanders scattering
Smoothly she slides round corners
‘smartphonely’ connected
Past cowering bench warmers
on short cuts perfected
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-bench warmers = among those her slacker husband
Between Fantasy and Reality
there is now little or no friction
rather perfect congeniality
Dancing cheek to cheek with swift diction
For who’s got time, awash in verbosity,
to pay much attention to dichotomy?
Trashing the planet while we can
ain’t hardly plunder or theft!
With so little remaining, man
not very much left to heft!
No way, not just my opinion
it ain’t me, just take a look:
The Bible commands ‘dominion’
long since read such good a book
Prefer to float on own cloud nine
spouting TV show humor
insisting on rights which are mine
as consummate consumer!
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dominion = Psalms 8:6-8