contradicted non-fiction

modern knowledge is nothing more than

a cliff note of prior complex thoughts.  

we're lost summarizing the past to predict 

the future on main ideas yet, 

we forget about the details!

what's a suspect without the jail tat?

without the scar beneath his left eye

in the face of officer m a r t i n ez

screaming something about revolution.

a society based on rewards.

they bust their 9 to 5 weekdays

for friday nights.

friday night lights color red and blue

fireworks on my wall 

my window facing robbie's conviction

in jail with rapists 

just for trying to catch a high.

thirty year olds don't raise kids,

they exit to discos 

get drunk

and rush home in mustangs to make curfew.

we're the oldest generations of children

known throughout the ages, yet

i'm infant like infantry

prepared for warfare.

ready for a change in the tides.

my community is the two legged serpent 

in the garden of eden.

my life is nothing but a footnote 

in the context of a piece of work

not even worth mentioning