Poem: Is It ?

 

Is It?

 

oil-fed machines roll and burn oh god oh no oh such great collisions and

faster, obscuring the trees, attack of the killer consumers, whip of the boom and bust,

upheavals yanked by winds of fashion and sex-engine drivers and hunger and fear fear fear 

and fear entitled to be cruel and devour develop  devour develop

devourlopers! devourlopers!

on and on and oh and no and who and no and who and what and oh no and 

yes this GW meltdown, this fondue of robot-cuddly-software smiles. 

who neutered the now? who wears the cord leash battery collar of the 

oh no no on no oh no on no oh on no oh no no no

life is a screen is skin who cares why we don't why what is being lost now what? 

ononohohonoohohohononoooonoonoooohooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhh 

01100010100101101111001011011101000010101011011010111010001010110001

life from a screen screen is skin,

sprouts of photons, sprouts of qubit-scumble digitry, electrical umbilicals, 

is this whatever we could ever be about forever what it is?

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1/31/24 ... mods

7/17 ... desperate edits... seems to flow better... blogger.com won't format it right, so added para breaks

7/14 edits for smoother read 

basically a raw expression of incredulity and anger at human stupidty.  I have to get it out somewhere, somehow.