Poetics: the Cabal of Intelligent design

poster in our class room

a month,

      is all it takes

to get from men in lines firing muskets

to submarines & atomic bombs

in history class,

      my co-teacher tells of his grandfather

who, in his life,

went from running water to nuclear fission

but what have we done since?

it's all improvements,

nothing new under the sun

or return to the moon, just a repeat

of the same tracks, back

familiar roads til they rut

entertain us!

it's all about that, what keeps us 

dumb & smiling,

while in some government facility

the next thing waits for reality TV

     to catch up

(as if that isn't scripted---Orson Wells

said we'd be in flying cars by now, but

that's SciFi, believe it)

who writes this stuff?

    and controls the flow

    of history

          ever forward

          revised backward

You'll know,

     what you need when it's determined

     you need it, from the shadow'll come

     brightness for you to bear witness,

another revolution

     manufactured for your pleasure

     & their pocket book, like fish on a hook

           ...on the hook

              ...there's the hook

class dismissed

Today @ dVerse Poets, K has us writing about 'bright shadows'. It is Groundhog day afterall. Smiles. I am traveling today with my wife so i will be around here and there but mostly this evening. K will open the doors at 3 pm EST