Aliens of Earthtopia

visions amongst timeless refusal, delusions of denial, illusions of progress

 

 

Our only real foes existing in distant palaces and parliaments

 

 

Yet some of us washed away in a wave of blood gushing from the throats cut in the name of individual success

 

 

building crude rafts in the cascade to escape blue collar jobs or less

 

 

traitors to nature

 

 

enchanted by the structured modern dream but ignoring the human dream that has existed and will exist long after the last stones of wall street are engulfed by the same tide in which it gestated

 

 

And then was born diseased, grotesque, sockets decayed, naked vertebrae, and too many arms allowing too many greedy hands to grasp blindly at passerbys who stop to gaze

 

 

phased and nearly dazed 

 

 

impaled on the white picket fences, dying as soon as we accept our fate with digit twitches of doubt until the rigor mortis of irreversible complacency set in

 

 

smothered in the suburbs, on a quiet culdesac, not a drop of patriot blood, seems to bring us back

 

 

And those who die while waiting, for the right time to arrive, we let them rot in public, on Madison and Five

 

 

If we have not done enough, to fix what we despise, at least be a lesson, to other timid eyes

 

 

For once we spanned dimensions

for once we might not die

for once we might have hidden

from the ever-seeing eye