The Poetry Of.
Gary Beck.............................................................................
Morning
The city stirs another day
with rumbles, shakes, groans and howls,
unsyncopated in its display.
Guided by a mad conductor,
without established structural sway
the orchestra of man, machine, streets,
performs its alien function
in an unharmonious way.
City song that drowns tomorrow
with echoes of a harsh incision
that amputates the dawn of sorrow
and leaves the last chant of derision.
Ruminations
O say can you see
how the bureaucracy
makes it harder and harder
to replenish the larder.
Coastal cities
consume the earth faster
than river cities,
though it’s harder to notice
Declining species
punish their saviors
by not saying thank you
for being preserved.
Persecuted creatures
rarely have sufficient time
to prepare evolutionary defenses
against man the intruder,
who gets there fastest
with the worstest.
The more superficial our society
the more we fear variety.
There’s safety in sameness,
which renders us blameless.
Conditioning
Facts are more consoling,
whether right or wrong,
than uncertain speculations.
We prefer to lurch and stumble blindly,
caught in the age of electronic enlightenment
that breeds chemical acceptance
without clinical comfort.
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