{"id":97804,"date":"2021-06-26T21:10:44","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T01:10:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=97804"},"modified":"2021-06-27T02:29:53","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:29:53","slug":"swimming-pools-on-skyscraper-rooftops-hour-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/swimming-pools-on-skyscraper-rooftops-hour-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Swimming Pools on Skyscraper Rooftops (Hour 9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Every morning begins with eyes upon a dark ceiling, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">mind shrugging away from the slumbering fog, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">searching for clarity, What time is it? Where am I? <\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Instantly immersed in the accumulated web, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">mirrors, and books, carpets, cushions, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">windows that contain a controlled perspective. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">What is true about the running water in the sink? <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And the sigh of metal ventilation passing air into the room? <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Or the fading sirens swiftly passing down the streets beyond this house.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And in my own car, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a mechanical construction, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">glass framed movie screen to capture <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The rolling cityscape Sparkling in the sun,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">grid lined electrical wires crackle, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">grinding engines of cars on all sides.\u00a0<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Billboard signs selling an image of society, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Bumper stickers, radio station chatter, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">swarming noise of human-built unreality, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">yet sold to me every day. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Provided for me to consume, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to take part in, to carve into, shape, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">contribute to the illusion, to feed the farce society.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">None of it is real. But it is real.\u00a0 <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">This is my American life. My world. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Our collective offering of the functioning economy, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">spellwork on a mass scale, artificial, counterfeit life, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a system of fuel burning, production, profiteering. <\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A veil so thick I measure myself by it every day.\u00a0 <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">seek to find my purpose within, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">deluded as any other, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">satiated by motor oil, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">imaginary numbers on electronic screens <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">tied to the idea of my worth, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">increasing, decreasing without ever <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">holding a monetary note <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">that proves it is tangible, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">just an agreed upon representation <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of the force that continues to consume us as we consume it.\u00a0<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Unattainable beauty, sugar, sodium, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Virility that doesn\u2019t age, triglycerides, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">children breathing carcinogens, caffeine,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">cancer, anxiety. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Pointless noise.<\/span><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every morning begins with eyes upon a dark ceiling, mind shrugging away from the slumbering fog, searching for clarity, What time is it? Where am I? Instantly immersed in the accumulated web, mirrors, and books, carpets, cushions, windows that contain a controlled perspective. 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