soldered circuits/ we get bent
in the direction of paid-out antennas
lusciously feeling up the issues
more like entertainment than anything now
vote vote vote
but please please please see through it, too.
do that plus something unexpected.
lay down your
indictment, not on issues but
on systems that have somehow
adopted the mantle of morality w/ a
“here sir, let me take that for you.”
not conspiracy’d but planned
to calm many many people down.
the conspiracy is the saferoute,
the tunnel taken that quells the most people at once.
it’s an algorithm.
we are too many uncalculated, too willing
to move in mass groups. not en masse,
something less coordinated,
like one hundred million ‘first followers’
waiting for their safe chance.
i’m startled at how different i’ve become,
not able to agree with anyone about anything,
we’re just jokes inside of jokes of a life
and i stand staring down the ancient desperation
or maybe it’s a wall
knowing it’s as phony as holden knew
that j. d. knew but i’ve got
what they had not:
the dionysian math of gnossos p.