Desperado

Desperate, but not despairing...

Woulda beena Beat, but the times

don't allow the luxury of marginal

existence...just getting by trying

to make it in a real way...what the

Beats finally did. 

Desperate at the OK watering hole,

corralled by diminishing returns of

possibilities to make it before it all

falls apart; monolithic ponzi scheme

worship of status quo that ain't over

'til it's over can I get into this feeding

frenzy before the fat lady is 

devoured?

Desperado expat in a nation that is

used to despair...not like El Norde

which isn't used to waking up from

its dream, pull the covers up tighter

and kill the alarm clock, shoot the

messenger, all he brings is bad news.

Even Kansas isn't in Kansas anymore,

and hope was for a time when things

actually could get better. Now, when

things get better, they are actually

getting worse: technology which was

supposed to give us more freedom is

doing the opposite; humans are 

automated out of existence by the 

facility of communication so they never

have to shut their mouths, still their

fingers, notice the dark noise bombs

going off in their heads, a flower is

merely a photo op for a tweet, in itself

it has no meaning...

...so, yes Desperado to panic a notary,

Desperado to shatter artificial lives,

Desperado to wake the sleepwalkers,

Desperado, an outlaw to the unseen,

unfelt, invisible laws that have trained

the human clown into sad makeup, 

made us allergic to color, quirky jokey

spontaneous capering that will get you

shot on any Main Street where the meme

of mediocrity is mainlined, where 

correctness has erased us, life suspended

'til the next sequel of Star Wars, waiting

in line in pathetic costume for artificially

flavored popcorn and the hour to be 

elevated into suicide dream, Disney

Utopia of brave new world, don't forget

your prozac if it gets to be a bit too much,

oh, it will.