Vacuum Chamber

 Nothing is real...
It's as real as you need
At the time...
But things change...
Everything is transitory...
Everything,
Constantly in flux...
There are no
Fool proof plans...
No assured solutions...
When the wheel of chance
Spins up a winner,
There is a timer running...
Scales must balance,
After all...
And that timer
Is counting down
To the next
Post-apocalyptic 
And dystopian 
Real world event...
From the public sphere
To the private,
As above, so below,
All in chaotic seeming
Fractal unity...
No matter how closely you look, 
No matter how intensely you magnify any one piece,
You're always looking at the exact same things...
Zoom out by 1,000?
Exact same things...
Geometric conformity...
It's actually 
A bit depressing
Once you begin to notice
The patterns...
Certain behaviors...
Predictable...
Expectable...
It's rare 
To feel surprise...
Humans are literally apes...
Apes with guns...
Cavemen with technology...
And an attraction to shiny things...
Soft metals...
Hydrocarbons...
Money...
Power...
Control...
And we sure do seem to enjoy
Controlling each other...
Speaking out of 
Both sides of the mouth...
Politicians...
Despite varying levels of reach and responsibility, 
We're all politicians of sorts,
Some of us
Only representing one...
But that's ultimately all of us
When the ride comes to a stop...
The shoulder bars loudly unlock...
The distal portions of your limbs 
Are slightly buzzing...
Gravity feels different...
You didn't think about 
This place
When you were up there
Wrapped up in some feelings
That were never built to last...
Who wants to live forever?

6 "Justices"

 Can you fight it?
Will you fight it?
We're all falling together
Even if you feel alone...
It's not like we didn't
See it coming...
We did...
So...
What do we do now?
Now that the minority rule
Has become
The law of the land?
How long will we
Allow this to stand?
How long do we not
Lower ourselves to their level?
They fight dirty.
It's about time
We fight dirty.
No more need
To be polite.
Show your anger,
Every chance you get,
Everywhere,
All the time...
They put chains
Back on your
Wrists and legs...
They secretly wish
That slavery
Was still a thing...
They want more service workers
With little to no chance
Of escaping the poverty
They were born into...
They do the bidding
Of their masters...
They do not consider us
To be the people
They are sworn to protect...
It's dreams of power and control
In visibly weak minded justices
Who don't think for themselves...
What are we going to do about it?
Get your gasoline...
Get your matches...
Burn their ideologies 
To the ground...

Intermittent Light

The light goes on,
The light goes off...
Intermittent...
Days pass...
Weeks, months, years...
The illusion of time
Keeps grinding
Bones to dust...
Toiling for that daily bread...
Rent more a priority than health...
Gasoline
More a priority
Than food...
If there were
Enough wilderness
To disappear into,
That would feel like an option...
Living off the land
Versus
The mutual parasitism
Of "polite society"...
There are unfortunate connections 
And meaningless obligations,
However...
At least
The voyeurism is entertaining...
News and movies
All just as ludicrous,
One compared to the other...
Fake outrage
Programmed into zombies
Turned by the parasitic fungus
Of "faith" and politics...
Fantastic imaginings 
From bronze age goat herders
Used to Groom
Those that can not think
For themselves,,
Not even believed by those
That use the words
To take their money...
Bathing in their blood...
Punch drunk on the wine...
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