Reality poetry

This poem is coming to you live.

You are invited to invade its privacy.

Everything you see here

Is really happening

Happening

Now.

Everything that happens here

Has the same weight.

There is nothing important about it

Nothing noble or deep.

What you get to see

Is lots of blood,

The shit of every day,

Occasional births,

Shafts of light breaking through dark clouds.

The war inside this poem

May make you uncomfortable

But of course you are not required

To think or do anything

About it.

Inside this poem

30,000 children will starve to death today

But naturally it is possible to witness this

From a safe distance,

Amidst the peaceful if noisy

Comings and goings

Of your own children.

Everything here is inevitable,

Destined to be.

From here

You can safely watch the moon

Slitting its wrists.

 

Reading this

You are likely to feel compelled

To purchase many gadgets

And find happiness.

You can even observe the poem

Ruining its health,

Throwing its youth away.

Getting real,

Getting a life

Getting laid

Getting what's rightfully yours

-- it's all here too.

Come, embed yourself.

Report with me from the front lines.

Keen with me at the wake of the world.

                                                      -- Panama City, May 3, 2004