Nature Chain

Once upon a time,

we ran recklessly

across the countryside

like lost midgets on

steroids and acid

and played on steel

death traps strong

enough for a

schizophrenic to

commit seppuku

to his neck with

a leather belt.

 

We had plastic

dry cleaning bags

on our heads and

real archery sets

to reenact the

greatest defeat

Custer ever

suffered because

we had psychopaths

and indifferently

minded and aged

children for our

parental units.

 

And then Jonny,

Jacob and Jeanna

were kidnapped,

and children committed

naturalistic suicide

by swallowing too many

marbles or bottle caps

or mommy’s little helpers

because they looked like

lemon drops but tasted

sour like real lemons.

 

And then the parental

units got wise and

started to baby us

like Dr. Spock did to an

entire generation beforehand.

 

Darwin was defeated,

like Jack Johnson’s horizon.

 

And, just like Ehrenreich

and Judge predicted,

the stupid ones are

being kept alive

and are outpacing

the smart ones in

the reproduction game.

 

The mad men who

were our grandfathers

never spelled this truth

out for us with flashy

billboards and cute, little

one-liner jingles that we

could quote forever on end.

 

Now, the lost midgets

have brought forth a

new generation that will

be softer than goose down.

 

The children should and

need to f**k with

major freeways.

 

They should dodge traffic

as their big red ball scampers

away from them because little

Jimmy Dick kicked it too hard.

 

The kidnapping that scared us

shitless years ago should force

us to realize that fierce, wild

nasty Nature cannot and will not

be tamed or curbed or cornered.

 

The kudzu will become sentient

and strangle us mercilessly.

 

The unbalanced cheerleader

should fall off the pyramid

and have her atlas and axis

bones file for divorce.

 

The dumb child who drinks bleach

should cough up blood and bile.

 

There is a chain of nature,

and it never breaks.

Reviews

The Vicious Circle, of iron, provoking, raw, and honest. I like this write. You're a monster of poetry *wink* unbreakable?

[zig]

yeah

outstanding, i can really feel the mania... it feels like media mania, the doomsday news cast, the constantly constant. you could write a poem like this for every era of human existance. i read somewhere, and im going to misquote it im sure... "you make the universe idiot-proof, but the universe will rise to the challenge and simply create a better idiot"... perhaps im proof of that.

anyway, great write. one small nit (and i mean really small):

or mommy’s little helpers

because they looked like

lemon drops but tasted

sour like real lemons.

i think you could change the word "but" to "and", would make better sense to me, but thats just me perhaps.

enjoyed this very much ken

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Excellent Ken. I want to know what Mommy's Little Helpers are..........brutal, raw and dark, well penned.

[SkinlessFrank]

Wonderful Nature monster that your have weaved here....the revenge of human nature and nature red in tooth and claw.