the worst news in the world

my artworks are echos of sensory impressions
their imaginings and associations
(hearsay’s second hand man)
the apocalypse is coming to a theater near you
there was nothing better to do
when you can’t imagine anything left to want
that was allowed to live
on complacency
a new order of control appears
we have much to say that is better left unsaid
they keep saying this is a living
I think it’s inbred

as the stranglehold tightens make-believe
comes true
I like your mother she shoots straight
and grows her own food
as I wandered through the fair
I saw two actors on stage in business suits
shaking hands and passing large sums of money
back and forth so fast time seemed speeded up
they were sweating but no more than ballet
dancers wearing strained smiles on false faces
apparently they had been doing this for a long time
and the crowd held their breath as one
amazed at the speed and pointlessness of it all

the worst news in the world
for you
is coming
for you
as if by remote control

to quit
thoroughly quit
not a shred of desire left for anything
in the simulated world

there are distances from the mainstream
in the midst of the mainstream
that know how to act in disguise
when lies are forgotten to be lies

poetry is a way of finding connections to life
that are subversive under normal circumstances

no one is safe
the hardest part of the job is done
longer hours less pay
gasoline for the 1 percent
health insurance mobster style
this is vertical organizing
exercise thanks a god ignored
with fallen arches and flat feet
while weary police get overtime and rich enough
to keep their weight pounding the beat

my mystical hide and seek ritual
my skitterish antelope appears squeamish
at the spring equinox
pears and apples on white cloth turn gray
unfettered access in bulk form
affecting countless court orders
the raised eyebrows say something’s wrong here
and increasing
rooted in warrantless wire tapping
thank goodness we know what we do know
the spokesman said
the share price is soaring
if bigoted

I don’t see these things getting together
under the current monopolistic system
eyes open before the competition unlocks their doors
my food stamp allotment is living in a tent
under a cloud cover covering the sun
a hair has been stuck between my front teeth for a year
viewed as a flaw in an asymptotic Oh!
with a new car a gadget or a gun you know?

the worst news in the world

Anthony DiMichele

Friday Harbor, United States

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