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the petroleum honeymoon for America is over

the real marriage to fossil fuels has begun

its a dirty tail pipe existence

families must pick and choose

what extras must be cut

we scramble to unravel these feelings of unjust

how did we become slaves to our automobiles

urban sprawl yes

but choices play a larger role

for instance why would one choose to live

so far out from a large city

and be forced to travel long distances

daily

to work

surely one realizes

that one must pay a high price for such commute

to complain about this trend

is ridiculous

is like deliberately breaking your own leg

only then to complain that you can not walk

and so their slavery begins

from driveway to company parking garage

deep in the bowels of the city

the distance devours the good mood

at astonishing rates

stress and road rage become car side companions

the world for man on the move

a busy make shift ant colony of drudge muckers

all for the worship of the all mighty green back

the American dream finds herself further and

further raped on a date with her future

and the witnesses to each molestation ever

remain

those of us clever enough not to be so greedy

and eager for a fast dance in a faster city

we live quietly and obscure in the small

towns that dot the vast landscape of

this aging new world

we are the ville (s)

Hunter's ville

Pine ville

New Martins ville

Pleasant ville

need I go on

the raping and self raping continues

each morning as Americans rise

to go to work to fuel an economy

that is never for long fed

yuppies and middle class persons

bleeding out on their very own curbs

sniffing the gasoline hind end of

the car in front of them

while endlessly on their way to and from work

just so the can do what

buy more stuff they don't really need

but must consume , consume, consume

no matter what the cost to themselves.............

(March 15, 2008 518am)