This is the dawning of the Age of Precarious
Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
Tantamount to suicide, I’d say
To people pulling into Texaco, Chevron…
Were they able to hear me through the tint
But they have silenced me with their SUV, their Shell
It reminds me of what was created by the starved
minds of previous generations
In fairy tale, myth, religion, and rhyme
Where we’re headed
Hell, where we are now
What we have created
Hell. Not a story or legend or allegory
It IS getting hot in here
And it’s not just me
But there is a positive aspect
The silver lining in the cloud
That will strike me down or drop rain ‘til I drown
Have you guessed it, sussed it out?
Can you not see?
The product of our self-destruction and suffering?
Finally the focus is not “I”
broKEN is an Evergreen grad struggling to make ends meet stocking food and beer at The Lucky Seven. Hobbies: writing, collage, painting, collecting records and watching DVDs with my cat Jezebel.