The tweeter man he
fill the world with monitored
relevance
he wear no shoeshine
he suck hot electrons from
the net he live and breathe
exexististential immediacy
m-my g-generation
foment revolution from afar
watch bleary-eyed all hours
of the night
with the evidence-based idea that homo sapiens
can evolve beyond original
sin cosine
just because desperadoes from afar
throw rocks from behind
barricades
perpetually
in the Square
every other generation or so
but hey, he be on top of it
he be occupyin
he wear no shoeshine
but he wear vicarious révolucion
on his bleedin sleeve, until
the clenched fist
the curved sword or
stock glock
shut em down
good luck wi dat.
But hey what beast creeps up
gehenna road
smarter than yo average phone
in hand
what beast? i tell ya
CR, with new novel, Smoke, in progress
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