Ancient Atoms and Bad Apples

Degenerate Nation..

May WE find ourselves in a northern town..down where the global winds blow.

Scratching a non indulgent thought.

And, so it goes.

May WE find ourselves surrounded by a decades worth of tainted snow.

Crowds of unique sameness under, our charred feet and doused by misplaced psalms.

 And, so it goes.

Could WE house ourselves together in a foreclosed bungalow.

May WE find ourselves enslaved by ancient atoms and bad apples.

And, so it goes.

May WE notice ourselves in the line up of nowhere to go.

Only to discover ourselves cushioned by the pantry or the bread line.

And, so it goes.

Unbeknownst to many you can get there from here.

Degenerate nation… repeat after me.

Hell is too well for the meek.

Plastic Nation

On the turf, a coconut Slush puppy.

Receding from any new insults.

Melting with no specific rhythm…no sound.

Leaving in its aftermath…

100_1470summer’s last attempt of spreading debris at the base of a hump back tree.

Plastic Nation…this is it.

This is what we die for.

More, more, more.

 

Where Will Your Plastic Trash Go Now That China Doesn’t Want It?

 

 

True Cost

Saw this little gem last night on Netflix.   Though I had known what disgusting conditions my need for more, had third world countries; I obviously did not understand the depth of my gluttony.

The world now consumes about 80 billion new pieces of clothing every year. This is 400% more than the amount we consumed just two decades ago. As new clothing comes into our lives, we also discard it at a shocking pace. The average American now generates 82 pounds of textile waste each year. That adds up to more than 11 million tons of textile waste from the U.S. alone. Historically, clothing has been something we have held onto for a long time, but with cheap clothing now abundantly available we are beginning to see the things we wear as disposable.

Livia Firth/eco-age

 

the Whole Earth Revisited

As the earth steps back, flows…

ebbs and recedes.

It amazes me the difference between…

‘What we have been given!  And, what we feel we have received!’

Colorful Array of Backward Indifference

A palette so buxom.

I choke on the array of undertone.

What my soul would not give for the simplicity of

black on white.

White on black.

With neutral, often lacking emotional fact.

So anxious,

burning beds of red.

Cobalt rages on the river.

I’ve never adept at marrying the swirl of…enigmatic givers.

But, alas, even if there were a blueprint of time.

In the middle, I would be left standing.

Attempting ratification of contrast.

Crippled by the ambiguity of colors that fade too fast.