Nonsense

Poem

credit:istock

We hide the guilt
of no-creation and inaction
with consumption.
Terence McKenna
believes that we are golems now,
sedated by TV fixes.
We don’t care about the nightmares anymore.
We hate the awakeners and salute the sleepers.
We talk but not behave.
Fancy themselves in solo trips
yet too busy to flow.
living is a to-do list now
and eating like a cow
we miss the wow and the tao.
Go home, captain.