hot day in the middle of May
i'm home but i can't
escape the
Kronos
tone
of
a
hundred
thousand slaves
clocking in clocking out
and my alarm is set
for 4am so i can
stand in place
for eight
hours
and
earn just
enough fiat
to scratch out
a living without joy
without hope to build
a better future at 51 it's
a wall i want to hang
myself from that
inescapable
prison
of
brutality
drained
dry
by
le
happy
parasites
wedged into
every crack and
crevice of Albany
and Washington D.C.
merciless wretches!
feasting at my family
table served first
and last while
one meal
a day
sustains
these two
narrow feet
carrying four days
of groceries six blocks
on a back broken by
a hundred years of
money changing
grifts that
defeated
the best
and
noblest
among us and left
a ruinous civilization
behind in decline toward
a universal slavery of
ignorance and
despair
that
will
crush
what remains
of us beneath the weight
of the inhuman machine
that turns work into
home and won't
let go of my
mind on
a hot
day
in
the
middle
of May when
all i can hear is the
chemical endorphin
trigger trick of the
Kronos tone.
May 16, 2025
