ANOTHER NATURAL DISASTER
Another creation goddess,
a flute girl arising from the waves
takes her place among the powerful
high tech deities of the world;
another ripple of on-line text,
where the high pressure guy assures you,
he just needs ten minutes to convince you;
another voice of a song straining to overcome,
crooning his Cole Porter poetry
thru a bloodless face, to an unreal tear
infamous in make-up, a challenge to smear.
Its time to play adult piano, folks, to live another
tax form day of check box fullness, ticking off
your favorite agonies, cherished resentments,
all in the worship of the same pagan self.
It's easy to seal out the accident process,
hire administrators to thumb down the arts
until another novelty comes along
and more freshness gets out of the can,
turning to fog as another natural disaster
begins to carve notches on our sci-fi violins.
The tongues of the puzzle pieces are fripped
and the message is lost in shadowy dithering.
The cyber plane absorbs the ink of its own numbers,
its rainbows are reduced to algorithms,
like the universe, the big crunch,
the whimsical spectrum of an oil slick
and the unmistakable smell of compost.
At six I learned to crank the furnace grates
and shake those ashes down
and shovel out the clinkers,
but not all abilities are physical.
The world teaches us to fabricate ideas
that won't fall between the grates.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2010
