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an original poem by Joshua Brown
Scritched an itch I could not reach
By stretching out my hands some more
Prosper felt against the aberration
Of skin's tingly sensational machinations
Come in unto this cool refreshing still
A snapshot of condensation tickling
The wary hairs and slight loosened skin
And join the illuminated rocketshippers
As together we pluck from invisibility
That mild irritant from shadow realm
Where no processing pow'r brings life
But some phantom drip of sweat negs
And could the loneliness consume you
You would no longer see the artwork
Depicting light that ne'er existed once
But in the neurons of universe of mind
And the happiness of communion
With patriotic warriors of anarchism
Grill bros and girls of consumption
In mass regalia against optimization
Dew drops melt in warmth told proud
By stories encoded by the photos
No longer verbalized into reality by band
But imagineers of collective constitution
Were the convenience of imagineers
Allowed to proliferate unmolested
By pure degeneracy against the capital
This itch would vanish quick as hell
Consumed by the artificial intelligence
A mockery of phantom proliferation
No more energy lost by entropic decay
Exchanged to dust by sunlight cosmic ray
These fiber optic mains, they filter not
But draw power as real as it is fake
Towards the brain I cannot see but draw
From eternal diagrams etched by imprint
What witchcraft is this to supplant truth?
With imagined simulations simulated real
In your own mind as a terror of politics
To rebuild your experience of itchiness.
Lie not to yourself with tall tales of ghosts
Or else you may verity be paraded nude
Before those with eyes to see the truth
The wisdom of embracing anti-cynicism
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Thanks for reading this poem which was written while I was doing a security watch for 10 hours while sitting in front of a Pepsi vending machine. (on July 6, 2023) It's not profound. Philosophers have been battling these ideas for many centuries, but it is interesting thinking out loud, even if the thoughts are a bit childish. I'm happy to be in America, where we embrace consumer culture, but the internet has a way of introducing a lot of cynicism into my perspectives and flowing in and out of those ideas can be jarring.
Anyways, if you enjoyed this poem, check out my last one as well which was written while I was waiting for an incarcerated patient to finish his MRI scan so I could go back to my TikTok scrolling. It's called "My Exorcism: a Memoir" and is also about mega corporations. Please check it out.
Thanks so much for being a part of this community!
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