He’s reaching out as far as his virtual arms will go. Every social media platform, dock, station and page, every identity that personifies the man, the complex organ that touches a glass screen and makes huge worlds inside his own head. He is far from home, he is far from himself, he is distant from friends. There is no easy way out.
But he looks
For every nook
Every tranny moment
Goes both ways
Sucks and spits
Bursts into a torrent
A drenching storm
And electrocutes him
With little winces
In the glass screen glow.
The music cuts in The music cuts out
The speakers are broke
The piggy bank’s broke
The banks are broke
The government is broke—
The landscape is too flat It stretches away from him—
It makes him nervous—
That he might—
Fall off the curve of the earth and disappear into space—
there is enough space.
There are enough kilometres
to build three european countries
with their own crooked economies
and their country songs
and nationalist dreams
and jobs and money.
For now he is here for the income,
here for the step away from the city cesspools, where his soul shimmered in murky back alley puddles,
and held its breath in tunnels, rode the rails with nowhere to go, overpaying for a coffee for the sheer novelty of sitting amongst brokers whose butchered latte machiato crème supreme will ruin the stockmarket for another day.
Commodities will fall, the crops will be worthless,
farmers will eat their hats and fill newspapers, and the crisis will see
paranoid herds selling out their local grocery store in fear.
Everything becomes processed, everything mechanized,
every last morsel is sanitized.
Bleached so it strips our intestine and burns our blood
and we too become sanitized from the face of Gaia.
Gone so Gaia’s face can heal
and meet the middle of the sun
with a bare stone.
So that no life suffers through
All of this comes into his head, sitting on a quiet wood deck, the giant prairie cloud panorama wrapping around his head, playing out evaporated and condensed epics. Giants in the sky. Giants in the mind. They’re tiny on the glass screen, but they are all there.
He can reach out and touch them. There. There. There.