POEM (“popular fear…”)

popular fear bad taste all of us glued
to a centralized rectangle

expectations  metaphysics
out the window

we wonder what happened when
all this got started

what moment,
(there must have been one)
when (inside)
the ball dropped
the glass shattered

& it all got
so particularly and irretrievably
ugly.

 

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