now there's nothing left to say
i am here and there is nothing left in this town
except its ease
spiritual community matters
but here in the poor state
the concept just shines a spotlight
on the wretched underpinnings
comfort and security
-----
aztec dances and dusty organic farms
amidst wage slavery
people here are simply hardier than me
soon i will have enough money
to just go away again
smoke weed and busk perhaps
burrow deeper
in newly-generated hiding places
until the world finally consumes itself
completely
like a snake eating its own tail
the system will fall
will it be a nuclear conflagration
or a barbed-wire totalitarian trip
back in the day
there were no guns
and someday again there will be none
the question is whether
there will be humans
-----
every place is so different
in indiana there is no armageddon
enough land and community
that there is sanity
in past lives
it was just the threat of drudgery
needing to be kept at bay
here though
there is ever an urgency
so what i channel when i write
is the energy of those 2000
nuclear warheads buried
but a few miles away
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