Friday, March 4, 2011

poem of the day 03.04.11

genius sits

genius sits
in the bar
orders a pint of bud
figures out
how to try and kill the day
doesn’t think about the job
doesn’t think about
the other faces pulling on nothing
but sits there
thinking about an article
that he read
about cars becoming
the next smart phones
the ability to update
your facebook
order groceries
do anything from the dashboard
and wonders how
long it will be before
people start dying because of this
in grisly accidents
thinks that car companies
are the new vehicles for genocide
financed via government bailouts
looks around and wonders
how in the fuck the world
got like this
how he can get out
thinks about selling off
all of his shit
buying one of those
smart phone cars
driving it to slab city
all the way in the colorado desert
leaving it there to rot
before climbing salvation mountain
to camp out
underneath the stars
that don’t shine
here in the city
stars that don’t do anything
but twinkle
the uncomplicated past.


Pat Tillett said...

A good subject to ponder over. It's all getting too damn complicated and technical.
You know slab cit and slavation mountian? I was just there a few months ago.

John Grochalski said...

pat, it's all getting ridiculous. people can't read but they can update their facebook status in their car. envious of your trip to slab city.