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All addictions are the same
As fast as thought can be
Impulse is faster.
That injection of life
That comes
whenever you are pulled in
Awakened from the slumber
Toke, exhale, relax.
Click, click, pause, don’t think,
Tap, can’t stop, scroll feed
Eyes wide,
like, scroll, comment, scroll.
We’re automata on issues that matter
We’ve trained our brains to buzz from outrage
Pavlov’s retweets
Spreading the fear, anger and despair
But why?
It’s about prediction
It seems
Not that you even
Enjoy
The feeling that comes
But you know
It’ll bring THOSE feels
To replace these feels.
Or at least fill in
For where feels should be.
That’s why
We practice habits
That hurt us
That cost us
That bleed us
Because those are pains
We know
Those are pains we choose
Those are pains we invite
So if you ever meet a person
Who one day
Tells you weed makes her paranoid, anxious
And the next day is smoking a blunt
Or someone
who tells you that their cutting needs to stop
Yet you catch them next day
In longsleeves in the hot sun
Don’t wonder
Why do they hurt themselves?
Ask
What’s worse than that pain?
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For those of us
Who see the world
As a place filled with life
Diminished by a billion distracted people
A place that should be rife
With the joy of a bird in flight
Of a stream of salmon
Of a lynx in wait
We wonder why isn’t this enough?
For those of us
who’d love to see
the great sequoia redwoods
who miss the med so filled with shining fish
We wonder to ourselves, surely this should
Be enough
Enough to save, enough to fight
For those of us
alive to the notion
That you and me, are animals, no more
that you and me, are animals, no less
No more than the poor white rhino, now extinct.
No more than the humble bumble bee, whose safety’s on the precipice
No less than the great bald eagle a symbol of a nation
No less than the African elephant as graceful as it is
Despite our folleys
Our willingness to chase a progress
Whose progression seems built on desolation
Dustbowlification
A word I learned, in fact, was coined because to call our aftermath
a desert
Does not amply explain the level of degradation
Caused by our civilisation, by our farms
which always take, but never leave
A ground, fertile, beneath their feet
For those of us
Who see this world
This devastation
We wonder why is it
That we must twist our inflections
Towards health, towards jobs, towards energy inventions
When really
Isn’t that the dolphin’s calls the sea
“home”
enough?
If you’ve ever loved a pet, a tree, a flower, a bird, a bunny
Please join those of us
Who think the world
Could one day be
Ecologically just
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Deserted
In the coming evac
Longing for a wild life
There are dreams of a new track
Where our hands hold pencil and knife
Rope and spade
Axe and gun
In the coming evac
Where we leave car and clock behind
And old skills become the new knacks
As the deserts and dustbowls are all we find
Catastrophes proliferate
We give up on fake lives and fake hopebased states
In the coming evac
From our trapped, doomed cities
built on fear, made to distract
New purpose will be found among the trees
From the ground climbing up
From the leaves looking out
In the coming evac
As we give up on a life
That only looks back
To a never-future preached by tech priests
Look instead to each other
Making by hand
with clenched fists and targeted strikes
When needed
In the coming evac
From storms and famine
From baton and frack
Our plans should be humble
Sanctuaries of heteronomy
Within and without
Creeping in and cracking out
The bulldoze cultures
Will flatten themselves
Whilst we,
will live and learn and love
And fight and free and befriend
Any and all of those
Whose greatest wish
Is only to hold hands.
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