The anhedonics have it; more pills,
loveless sex, booze and cash, all
forms of coping with the modern world.
Or athletics, politics, religion –
each interchangeable and dependent
upon the credulity of homo sapiens.
Enter the delusion of impending fame,
no less than cosmic significance, and
don’t forget the neighbors’ good opinion.
All this plus an ability to command
weather by temperament, along with
the omnipotent faculty of being bland.
Fueled by money and growing sophistication
as the level of education sinks:
the picture of a people who cannot think.
- http://www.amazon.com/Dean-J.-Baker/e/B00IC6PGQM- excerpt from DARK EARTH, 142 pages <-click the photo to own
- .from a review..”Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems… instead of Emerson’s “Whim” above Dean’s lintel we might assume “Melancholy” resides here… that dark brooding that laughs below, and rises through the bones to jerk you awake from your too lazy sleep of existence.”***********