Alienation Now
Oh, I'm feeling those chill
waves of revulsion again,
life running only on
automatic pilot, feelings
bashed into numbness
as the nation stumbles.
Tell me, can there be
a celebration of the void?
For such a world,
such a credo then:
Trust nobody.
Grasp everything.
Give nothing.
Demand all at the top
of your voice or in
sinister whispers.
It hardly matters.
Celebrate only
nothingness.
Covet the lie.
Revere the hustler
Be ecstatic at his art.
Pant for perfection.
Envy the excellant.
Despise the innocent.
But most of all,
Just wait and wait
and wait until
it all ebbs away
lost forever.
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Copyright 2010 Bennett Kremen
an excellent write, poet.
cg
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