e-mail makes junk-mail
so easy.
junk-mail makes mail
boxes full.
who writes personal
letters any more?
each day’s a day of
obligation.
the commute, the money-dance,
then tv.
our seasons are scheduled by
disney and the nfl.
& every lifetime’s booked well
in advance.
we hate the unexpected this &
that of living.
we don’t have time
to scream.
we’re surfing through a fractured
dream of ambitious
expectations, charging happy dollars
as we go.
what do we care about riots in
indonesia or genocide in
africa?
the deaths of afghans or Iraqis
are not vital statistics in our
dow jones days.
& if the trial of Socrates or the
crucifixion of Christ were to
happen tomorrow, they wouldn’t
get coverage on cnn,
even on a slow-news-day.