Fresh this morning at the end of February of 2024, here is a piece of spoken word poetry titled, Growth. Text is below the video.
Growth
Organic,
Certified fresh on grocery store shelves,
Shopping in civility,
In and out like seashells,
On sea shores with shifting tides,
Circulating trash.
There,
Standing over there,
Something untenable,
Titanic,
Trembling walls of plastic,
Like tumors,
Like free trade,
Growing beyond the boundaries of what was always bountiful.
Circulating wealth into the center,
But consecrating that concentration cannot hold,
Beyond borders,
Beyond beauty,
Creeping towards climaxes of cataclysm, catastrophe,
Coffins at higher costs.
Then,
Virtual panoramas rise,
Hiding villainous views.
Prisons of perspective,
Pluralities of Plutocracies,
Lending to lingering hours,
days, weeks, months, years,
of long, lonely lifetimes.
A gaping maw of similarity,
Simulations without suspense of belief in the simulacra.
Marvels generated in single seconds,
For sensual,
Bread and circuses.
Divide and conquer,
Squabble and squander,
The grass is green of yonder,
Keeping you somber,
Silent, with overtly simple explanations,
Of Black and White thinking.
So you can,
Demonstrate your diligence.
Your dedication, and deliberate reconstruction,
Of that simulation,
Of that model,
Of the other,
So that,
Nothing ever grows in you.
Because,
Your certainty shopping at certified organic store shelves,
Is the only ritual you need.
Loridian's Laboratory 