The heavy headiness of sleep
slams down as a hammer
upon my weary eyelids.
The rain is pounding outside
against the windowpanes.
The neighbor is revving the engine
on his motorcycle,
trying, I suppose, to sound real cool
in the crisp 10 p.m. December air;
trying to impress all the suburbanites
that just go crazy
for the guy that likes to rev his engine.
Ah, Christ, everything is just so heavy
sometimes –
the glass of wine seems heavy
as I go to lift it up
and take another sip,
while pizza warms in the oven
as a second course of dinner
to soak up the heavy red wine
that sloshes around in my liver.
Dead animal flesh and dead wheat
soon will sit heavy in my living guts.
Digestion, disintegration, decimation –
all the damned decadence
that comes with easy accessibility
to dead meat.
In Genesis, it is the
seed bearing fruits
which are referred to as meat, but
now, in this post modern, post
hunter/gatherer, post gender role,
post identity, post care in the world
society, it is dead animal carcass
from a slaughterhouse
that is referred to as meat.
Quite a contrast
in style
that we monkeys
have evolved through.
Shit, just look
at all this amazing progress.
Look at the chicken coops.
Look at the cuckoo nests.
Look at the pigsty.
Look at the arid desert.
Look at the stripped earth.
Look at the toxic sky.
Look at the mutating viruses.
Look at the zombie apocalypse.
Look at the mass marketed drugs.
Look at the televised propaganda.
Look at the theater of war.
Look at the bloody horror amputees.
Look at the millions of gravesites.
Look at the rampantly increasing cancer.
Look at the trendy culture.
Look at the nuclear contamination.
Look at the lake of spilled oil.
Look at the burning wasteland.
Look at the deforestation.
Look at…Ah, Christ,
the pizza is burnt;
what a bummer, what a big
letdown, what a major disaster,
what a reason to whine,
what a large problem to get
all bent out of shape about.
Shit, just lube it up
with ketchup
and flush it down
with more wine –
always, always, always
more wine.
That’s the solution
to all the world’s problems –
if everyone just sat
around the fire together,
drinking wine, eating pizza,
telling stories, shooting the shit,
getting all the stress
off their chests,
off their backs,
out of their minds,
it would be paradise,
a veritable
kumbaya all the time.
Just get some of the petty shit
off our hearts
and out of our consciences
so we can start to deal with
some of the major warts
that have been created
on the face of the Earth.
Put aside all the silly shit
so we can get around
to the things that actually matter.
They keep piling up, up, up;
at some point
we’ll have to get down to the business
of some serious heavy lifting.
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