The information overload
is blowing the circuits
dictating confusing
and a splitting headache
in Mexico
is not in the near future
My thoughts on fleurs du mal
are not limited
to 19th Century poetry
my isolationist views skewed
as interconnected links
are cyber related
and access to info
approaches unlimited
Sensitivities are numb
The gnashing of teeth;
panic stricken chaos widespread
so this is civilization?
Supposing justly
that the question doesn’t
be asked
in polite circles
fearing the knife in back
or the dagger
between the eyes
by Babylonian assassins
Trotsky is dead
and so is Freddie
Propaganda wars advance
to the TV screen
a million websites get constructed;
but wired to the masses
a really dense sound
continues to reverb in my head
as I avoid the spies
determined to abduct my thoughts
and I’m really trying to keep a straight face
people will create
their own stories
often they rival the pseudo reality
that appears on the news
often more entertaining
No one wanted to be this
or do that
but somehow we were duped
The roads of misfortune
have discovered a home
beneath my walking feet
4/5/2003