Glimpse of Light

Cool kids are clanking and clutching and avoiding
the new world notion that they're days
are nothing but nostalgia, and it's
never going to happen again.
They will never feel the air before we
were wi-fied, texted and social media'd.
The circuitry fills up the sky and only tiny spots
of blue remain

We've locked ourselves inside and
everybody wants to stay there eating
gluten-free gluttony and NPRing the night away in
righteous knowledge and commitment to
what is happening NOW
not realizing that it's happened before again
and again in the hamster wheel of existence
staying strengthened and made of tungsten with the help
of youtube diy or internet passwords that are lost or hacked or
renewed to keep the live stock branded and accounted for.

This generation-vigilant
determination pouring out of their technical brains
and reality show view point
pushing to change a gazillion years of name brand evolution

The hippies were stoned in the 60s
idealistic, eager to push the love agenda
then cocained in the 80s when they created our
current matrix and joining ranks with the greed agenda
now stern with their materialistic, activity oriented children who pleaded for hugs
instead of schedules
now, they, hipsters are not high enough or
ridiculously zonked out on pharmaceutical grade pills
their everlasting gobstopper
they, well structured but unaware of the true grit
the heartbeat of any city that derives from
inner city kids that know the true black and white spectrum of
the universe they can't afford and
the ones who break out from under poverty lines and through college loans still
second fiddle to media driven horror stories on weather and
breaking LA news of the shirtless man on the roof who won't come down.
SO WHAT!

Oops. Right. Keep pace on my hamster wheel. Yes. Yes.
American Idol and idiotic coverage of fallen celebs who
have tipped the scale and will never work again. Yes. Yes. We care about this.
Distract us.
Keep us fatted with margarine and manuer
frighten us with sex and labor slaves living down the street and
bullies spray painting hauntingly similar rhetoric as
billionaires and politicians
these money junkies thrive on nepotism and stepping on faces
any face will do as long as it eliminates smiles.

Yes. Yes. The world is changing. Oppression is a thing of the past
says the man who flicks the ashes of his cigarette into the murdered hand
of a silver back guerilla as he wraps himself in tiger cub fur and eats chocolate
with cocoa bean that has children finger prints.

Johnny Gosch, what did you have to see? And whoever covered your eyes
blinded the nation with the notion that you and
all the others were taken on a lark.
Never mind the insidious puppet masters who control this crime ring that
has viewed White House walls and back alley bodies of the discarded, twisted
power monger's toy.
And the mind control continues.

But what of the day to day
the means of not letting darkness take over every
glimpse of light?

The trot of a dog's walk
singing a favorite song
hello to a stranger, a neighbor, the clerk who rings you up
looking at the trees
local architecture
treating yourself to a candy bar
having that drink
the clarity given when you see someone you love
our friends already met and yet to meet
the smile of a baby
your smile
simplicity simplicity simplicity
humming to yourself, drinking warm tea and
bundled under a blanket.

It's the beauty that will prevail
grow from between the sidewalk cracks and
blanket the world
heal the world
believe in the light of love of which
we were born with
clutch onto photographs of those who taught us to love
some now with their wings draped over us, unknowingly keeping us close and
one day escorting each of us when our clock's have stopped and it's
time to discard this borrowed skin for a lighter, leaner more perfect version.

You're never alone. You're always loved.
The horrors? They live here, too.
The true test
to help with a smile
with five dollars
with animal rescue
with thank you
with whatever you're most armed with
giving more getting twice back and
lighting even the darkest corner.

Light.
Love.

Yes. Yes.

The hamster wheel collapses.
You are now free to roam the cabin.