I don't think I will ever tire of the sun rising up everyday,
or how that sun in the afternoon makes you sweat
and wear a brimmed hat,
or that sunset.
my heart follows my eyes
as the dogwoods blur by.
the blackberries grow along the barbed wire fence,
I look up at the night sky while taking a piss
and observe the power lines silhouette
(the trees are taller than them).
the goats rotate around the field regularly,
when I hear the kids bleat and cry I know why they call them kids.
before the steam locomotive
the landscape didn't move so swift.
early critics claimed it took the soul out of traveling,
on a different note we now have time to read.
I'm not gonna make some comment about the kids
and too much screen time,
it's not inherently 'good' or 'bad,'
it's different.
when I have a kid,
and when they are old enough to use technology,
I'm gonna show them uBlock origin
and tell them about the pirate bay during the golden age of torrents.
narcissistic hypocrites post nonstop
images on their facebook feed,
I'm just glad I can unfollow
without unfriending.
I understand that the loudest
and most contradictory voices
are communicating something deep about themselves
if you can peel back the layers of the shell.
vaporwave is a product of our world, our hell,
of a plastic ocean,
of a vapid entertainment industry,
of the bottom line, what sells?
so we (we meaning millennials)
made an aesthetic that is supposed to be worthless to them (capitalists),
it has been described as "a degrading of commercial music"
in an attempt to reveal the "false promises" of capitalism.
do I have to cite wikipedia?
accelerationism=do we even care?
the end is here.
anyway, it's pretty revealing that my observational poem about the farm and nature
turned into a techno-linguistic exposé,
oh well,
what can I tell you
that you won't interpret in someway?
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