Friday, April 16, 2010

obsession

are we born with obsession?
or must we search for the obsessed,
in jest,
in calm rhythms,
with verve.

the steam engines of capitalism
filter out and blend,

screaming loud tones we crave,
and raw goods to be consumed,

setting fires to warm us all,
but we are hot and can not sweat.
feeding, fueling obsession.

we view coated story boards through thick screens.

believe it all or die,
a social death.

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