Saturday, November 7, 2009

Relic

I am a relic
A throwback to a time
On the cusp of forgotten
Dangerously dangling about
The edge of my grave
Waiting for that approaching storm
With it's bulbous protrusions
Laden with the damp misery
Of eradication
To blow me away into fossilization

A relic unappreciated
Or so I think
Because despite my influence
The world seems hell bent
On self-indulgence
For even I am guilty of it
Yet I hold to clearly obsolete practices
Beliefs
Not in tuned
With those who would have power
Long past their slave ships
Their plantations
Their shackles of the mind
Free to concentrate
On superiority of the conscience

A relic
Who melts
With the clarity of vinyl
Whose Idea of dinner
Involves a stove and mother
And waiting on daddy to get home
For his big piece of chicken
So the rest of us could eat;
A relic
Humbling himself to say 'mam'
'Sir'
Out of simple courtesy
And because
That's just the right thing to do;
A relic
Who wants to hold and touch
Taste and tease
Enjoying the inevitable victory
Of sweet moans and nothings in his ear
As he bonds for the long-haul
Through the poverty and wealth
Of any relationship;
A relic
Who would rather have
A few bits of quality
Over some compressed
Particle
Throw-away Ikea shit
Sold with the illusion of functionality
And affordability...

A relic
Who knows
Freedom and choice
Are outweighed only
By their profound cost
But sees that cost
Indebted away
On plastic cards
Magnetized
To make true the statement
That money doesn't make the world go round
But credit sure as hell does grease the axle...

A relic
One foot in his grave
The other on his computer screen
With cumulus fate overhead
And the world
Waiting
On Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace
Watching...
©2009clarencecbess

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