It's no more coffee than a bond seller who takes
an algorithm and translates music to another
avenue, it takes a brand to new levels and to
leave steroids there, danger limits what heroin
will trap inside the soul, to make more of this
than who you are.
It's like it's there and populating the planet
with brown things, liquid poured from flasks
in laboratories created for other people,
trials to date this and that, there to study
people addicted to news, traveling to Ethiopia,
making much of dictated for the elementary.
Money travels from mountains to dells,
sealing staff to ruminate about the edifice,
the corporate life made simple for benefits
all together, a simple method of tasting it,
waiting together for a moment, impatient
until our turn.
Patience is all the rage, but absent, ready for
nothing - we want, we crave, this serving
and being hospitable people we know it takes
another try through we're still climbing to
that chamber that makes us want to dwell
in this school house yet another day.
© 2015 Larry Ingram
Welcome to the poetry web site of Larry Ingram. Larry is a poet, writer and observer of our culture.