I am here and this is now
a land filled with everything
and containing nothing.
*
A land swimming in bullets
And drowning in denial.
*
I am here and this is how
watching the traffic grind to a halt
with engines running
with air conditioners running
and everyone and everything
running out for more.
*
I am here and this is me
Watching the weekenders
Drive into their weekend town
in their expensive newly realized quasi organic cars
eager to buy their organic fruit and vegetables
at the local organic farmers market
with their organic farm bumper stickers
with organic sun tan lotion
smeared on their organic peeling plastic faces
staining their organically made clothes
washed in organic soap
made in not so organic places
by slaves to this oh so organic machine.
*
I am here and this is how
organic churches and synagogues
Fill up with organic children
With their organic toys and prayers
And organic puppies wagging their organic tails
At their masters slurping organic ice cream
Before driving back to their organic homes
to watch organic shows
On how to do organic exercises
And cook their organic produce
So they can outlive their own organic lives
Before driving in their expensive cars
to take an organic hike
On an organic mountain
Or organically relaxing
In their organic gardens
Filled with organic flowers
Before getting back into their expensive new cars
to drive back into the organic town
To eat organic pizza and more organic ice cream
And sip organic tea before getting back
Into their expensive new cars
To drive back to their expensive organic homes
To retire early to bed after checking their stocks
So they can sleep with organic dreams
And wake refreshed and organic
To do their organic exercises and meditations
Before driving in their new expensive cars
With the radio talking about
Bombs and bloody children
And saber tooth Muslims
Annihilating civilization
Before making it back to their offices
And squash clubs
to play with themselves
Figuring out another way
to decimate and gamble away
our non-organic future.
*
I am here and this is how
Before and after the idea of work
Can get ever become realized.
*
I am here and this is how
Everything and everybody owning nothing
Shuffle along without anybody else noticing
Nothing is gaining ground
Faster than the next high speed connection
With songs and chants and images of yet more bloody black men.
*
I am here and here is nothing
Except borders and prisons and guards and lawyers
And people paid to listen to nothing
Except the tears and fears and crying mothers
Complaining about having nothing
Concealed and readily available
At the push of a button or pay as you go phone.
*
I am here and now is nothing
like it was one minute ago
When the coffee was hot
and the dog feel asleep.
*
I am here and this is nothing more than
Another poem written out of a need to dream
Of nothing reaching past the rejection slips
And tired reminders from family members
To get a real job and invest in the future
Even though they see very little good
Coming out of my future
it is better than me doing nothing.
*
I am here and this is now
A time when anything is possible
For those smart enough not to wait
For someone to give them everything
without as much as a thank you
for having given them nothing.
*
I am here and this is nothing
And this is nothing
And this nothing
Can be
Absolutely everything.
