Change is in the air
pelted with pennies and pinched
by inflation, we are ever
in the breath of death,
same-same mortal
unchanged to angel,
atoms, regrettably intact.
After this shock to your system,
budget, don’t grab too eagerly
for normal. Death to What Has Been
was here. Stepssssoftly, water moccassin
your way™, take off your Nike
shoes,
kick loose your mules, slip off your slingback
by Gucci and cover your head,
scented of Dior, for this place
is holy.
Pretend you are poor as your soul,
cling to every bit of goods you possess
and release the tension, tighten
your hands, make a hard fist
now release the purse strings
a bit, a bit more, let it fall
to the floor and don’t scrabble
after it. Pry out a prayer
for the beloved half-off sale.
Light your soul in remembrance.
And when you are done
that is the time for redress.
Spread wealth on the wind
til the change falling back to ground
sting like G8 summit rubber bullets,
an eye for an all-important "I"
So that all can see with third eye
the folly of your ways.
Repent, sway and sway others
Like the Hangman’s Rope ™.
Preach the word
that Machiavelli is long dead
do not mourn that the empire
of dreams is passing
to morning, screaming in
the scrape of traffic
overwhelemed by the swell
of pedestrians with placards.
Go to where shoppers can be found
(which is everywhere) the ka-ching
of commerce unceasing as seas.
We all consume and grow fat so go
to the boatyards, among allies and foe.
Be where the Hare Krishna go
But with no loose change in yours hands,
No easy answers, only questions and
Sweeping change jangling in your heart.
Sing the chances, not the chants
that will make us all whole.
Don’t now bow before
some iteration of Mother Earth.
Don’t fall to holier than Dao. Go,
And do. Don’t intone as I do,
Don’t preach but live free --
That can’t be done on bended knee
Getting alternations done to designer pants.
Get up. kick ass, rock hard,
down the bowling alley
clattering, pattering
reflections is for sound
echoes of now, don’t speak,
just do, just don’t –
You refuse girl, use dissent in love
when you repent from your pricy ways.
Base yourself against pandering
to Mammon. Seek past
the wanting needing having being
to still nothing.
Let yourself
wander into the unfamiliar,
Let yourself be breath whacked.
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