per each morning the people woke
not to work but to media __repeating
repeating
motivating guilt movements
to prey upon freedoms
for an ideal
inciting fights
lies made of good virtue
exercised as images of social servitude
abundant in forms of covert self-flagellation
distrusting sides
motivated to divide
by shared private demons
instead of venting palms
down an aisle
the hares spewed
upon public forums
morphing through digital mediums
drawing deeper
relations with our bodies
they moaned
while tapping and swiping fixes
inoculated by the paradoxes
in the lies about the problems
policies on new addictions formed
support groups and a few more than 12 steps
for the self-believed weak
in feeling hollowed
began to follow
and such a snare
we built our own traps
by knowing we rely upon the other
to build ideal worlds, upon real worlds
so while people bickered
wasting days to fight
for the belief in an imaginary
capital that made the Pignoli
weightier than gold
while values are indeed free
hippies already found
unsuccessfully
attempts at escape
no one made it out
sane or unaltered by trances
the dances of verses on
the eloquence of the universe
spun out and around
so on and so on
some bought experience via pills
while beggars and thieves
sat mighty as street buddhas
amongst virtue signals
over the shouts of self-proclaimed
advanced societies
such desires go to burning man
akin to put out their fires within
by minimizing
generative hormones
becoming the other
by forgetting
the soul
ingesting yesterday’s ashes
rid feelings of Lack
chasing up their backs
warm bodies grew cold
by the isolation of those
who keeps asking, asking,
ask, ask –
always wanting more
those few
who live
in peace
resigned
to standing firm
a relationship with life
bearing no flinch at those crying: more
beg for more,
a will do
whatever can be reasoned
to shake a little bit
_more
Each day
a day’s work in standing
freeing the body from
any detriment of belief
exercising
fewer postures
giving way to other signals
knowing a way
nor better or lesser
standing are for shallows
while sunk depths
are tested by the guts
and an automatic will
to breath
as life says so
do what you so choose
let those go on claiming virtue
sing sirens
and keep driving
feet deeper
in soil
or steps
each all and none
at their own
time
9 February 2018. Oslo, Norway
Mari Amman