The Times Collide

The Times Collide

A Poem by Spoken

 

I am drawn to their world in the same animated way
a child matures scenes of concentrated imagery
wondering what happens when cars eradicate gasoline and raise electricity?
will we have giant 100 foot three pronged plugs double sided
one shoved in the backside of our cars
the other following the lines of a sidewalk leading to our homes?
Will we be confined in tiny apartment silos
towering over smog
but just below blackened sky lines?
 Our children’s children will laugh in giddy innocence
cupping their hands to their mouth
as we tell them how we used to carry waded pieces of paper called money
dipping our fingers in our pockets
wrestling lint for that one last penny
to equal six cents so we could have a dollar back
change was extra baggage
only offering empty hands tributary means to arbitrary ideals
like spending less equals less expenditure
when truth be told loose coins always belly up in the same place
we find ourselves now
a slow tumble from his pockets
tire rolling under couch cushions
collecting dust
and we’ll tell them back in our time people only had themselves to rely on
with the sweat of their brow they labored through most of their days
because we were the mechanical gears of society
streets once littered in graffiti artistry and jazz saxophones
turn to steel and presses
forming assembly lines of evolved self sustaining immortality
And I wonder if God were like us.
Creating for the quench of discovery and gluttonous growth
much like our burgeon robots do now
maybe we are a birth, upon birth, upon birth
in the ultimate forever search
for the why’s and what’s and how comes?  
A sour rot suckles my gums and I tongue at the notion
plaqued on reservoirs leading to the banks of contemplation
where Happiness watches the rivers dry
I shake the thought like an
etch-a-sketch effect
standing from my kitchen table and walking with a clean slate
feeling hope’s warmth again
until I catch a glimpse of the silos and blackened sky lines
from my window
and I throw my hands to my face
feeling the tears flow
my gut wrenches
as I see how real
it all becomes

© 2008 Spoken


Author's Note

Spoken
still playing with the end on this one, thoughts appreciated..

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Bloody hell, this is a refreshing surprise. It's a Ginsbergesque waterfall of words. I can't say I've read many like this on this site, which surprises me a bit. I wonder, Is Ginsberg not much in vogue in America these days? I found some of this one hard to follow, and your previous poem is still strong in my mind. But I really, really like these two lines...
A sour rot suckles my gums and I tongue at the notion plaqued on reservoirs leading to the banks of contemplation
A sour rot suckles my gums is delightfully horrible! Strong stuff. Sub Rosa Pines was more delightful, but these two lines bomb my brain out!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Incredibly prophetic piece, reads almost like a story. You lay before the reader a dreamlike vision of what could be in the not so distant future.

The ending btw should be left alone in my opinion. It's an abrupt wake from a lucid dream that comes with the realization that what you just experienced was no dream...it was all too real.

This will be go down as one of my favorites.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Compelled by your concerns
all to be.. shall be!! I really thought
this was a well thought out piece
and accomplished yet a great write here
makes one ponder of the conditions now
and how we as humans are and will be affected!
Such an outstanding piece, you did a wonderful job
to create this awesome poetry!


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved the imagery and wondering thoughts of the past from a future point of view.
I think your choice of words were really good for casting, into our vision, the sense of disperity that the future seems to hold for us, being humanity that is.

Overall, I felt that this was a brilliant piece. Crafted with thought, making the reader think and ponder life as we took this journey with you, via your words.

Great Ink!
Aaron Maycroft

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow....

I'll have to come back to give a more articulate review.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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