Without clutter, crowds, noise...
Overload
Without people
There is but emptiness, nothingness
An undwelt house,
A play missing its lead,
A universe minus focus
-So humanocentrists say.
Yet in tranquil stillness, bereft
Of destructive creation
And regressive progress
The question compels:
When does negative space
Become a positive?
This blog fazes fascists
Minus World
Bull Market
You are what you consume.
That's what the ads all say!
Possession of status is obsessive
Don't own the Moon?
Better get there soon!
And the new improved You
Is just a few payments (plus interest) away!
Don't be a bore, always buy more
And tell all how it feels
To be a mass-produced trinket
Obsolete before it reaches the door!
Quiet Please
For all this talk, louder and louder
The world only ever gets worse.
This cherished "communication" is now
Like a madman bellowing in an empty stadium
Trying to dominate a level playing field
For a game long since ended.