xeroxed insanity

xeroxed insanity

 

 

 

suburbia kneels

in coffin rows,

all the heads turned the same way

towards a grave of sameness

 

the inevitable likeness

only difference is the number on the door of monotony

the independence we fought for 200 plus years ago

is a letter stamped with a flag,

in a mailbox that looks like all the others

 

the postman has to ring twice to be sure

to have the right house of commonality

and the kids dressed in sweaters from the mall shop

selling a name brand that everyone has to have

 

their smiles light up the street

and from the shadows emerge

those cookie cutter shapes

those calculated cocoons

so safe because they don't stand out

in

or up

 

to the capitalistic maneuvering 

of a merchandised society

spilling coffee on the tablecloths

of dinner tables of contented clones

 

all feeling the same sameness.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/12/16

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

This also well applies to modern city-dwellers; of course, their sameness reflects stereotypical urban behavior.
That said, "Xeroxed Insanity" starkly illustrates the results of deliberate mental conditioning--by both government and corporations--to which we have all been mercilessly subjected.
You, Jacob, are one of those blessed Clearers of the Haze.
Thank you for so consistently attempting to "bring people out of it."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy.

j.

[alifeacoustic]

I had the song little boxes playing in my head when I read your words Jacob, seeing all these people strive for the conformity of sameness like it's the only prize worth attaining, while we all chase to be the Jones that everyone has to keep up with.
Perfectly written, as ever.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, alife.

j.

[daninstockholm]

only difference is the number on the door of monotony

Ahhhhh, s**t that's good!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks, dan!
:))))

[Cory Barrett]

If this isn't the truth. Don't know how to write a story, simply recite another bullshit fact you read on face book. It might be alright tomorrow, and if its not we could take another pill; shake of the truth of the stink of us.

Sometimes we just need to strip down to the nudity of it all, leave the deodorant at home and smell like the human we are.

good stuff jake

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your review is better than the poem...thank you for your creatively insightful words...Cory

j.