SuperNova Afterglow Spews Embers of Time

To The Influence: U-N-S-U-B-S-C-R-I-B-E

Even if I could get your blessing, rabbi
I still, sadly, cannot be consumed, said the pig.

Not cool to be pious, permutations
of core values. Circumcised, these traditions
circumvented, and waning — slowing until
only true value left smells good on the table.
Get ready to eat! Yes, rub those hands.
Food seldom blessed tastes any different.

Without fortitude in spirituality, ghosts exercised,
excommunicate from their dulling souls before
blatant ignorance — you aren’t praying enough?

Pick what you want to believe, but no faith without trust.
Eyes only imagine God, never to visualize, sans Jesus
to never materialize, as we self-edit ourselves without ‘proof’.

A complacent race boasts, impugns any integrity.
The woke were yesterday, longer reside, here or there
Doesn’t stop systemic, word redaction coalition
dapping up ignorant influencers doing their bidding.
Until we find the next meaningless, past tense verb-noun
for frowny clowns, but blurt, “There’s a Boomer with Karen!!

This describes your foundation? A formation
following demi-gods, self-professing how good they look
in the latest, cheapest haul, Asian-labor-produced?

At least we create jobs with our spending? If Musk
had his way, we’d be retrofitted cyborgs of tomorrow.
First influencer to do it will be colonizing Mars.

I hear social media ‘looky-sees’ and attribute-less
media mouthpieces’ outpourings. Don’t need no education,
or God, to tell: right, fundamentally wrong? Debate??

Worship what’s meant to entertain/distract you,
feed, bleed heart and soul into monetized,
streaming technology that Aha! Got your credit card!!
and never look back to that solemn pew,
a warmth pouring from stained humming with organ
families with hymnals rejoicing in their devotion.

Divided, fabric disintegrates, beware cloistered lung,
free fresh air. Ask any cyborg mining a red planet
ability to inhale, isolation not with creationism

A community once supported one another, fading —
until all alone, disregarded life knocks at your door.
But, fearing to answer Him or if Kremlin, knowing
what you avoid is civic responsibility, now politicized,
as whisperers, that guy doesn't like you, while whispers
to the other, he said he thinks you stupid. Egged on.

Lies keep us apart where question for knowledge heal.

But, it’s ‘choose a side’, ‘with us or against us’. Guys!
It’s just football. Sit down and watch the game. Pass the chips?
Ask, why is it two parties, us against them, neither a Hatfield
nor a McCoy. Humans are family, would-be friends as neighbors,
across that division. And, you might walk away from it all if recall
the long, wooden bench, wait for the music, inspiring a chorus

to drown out the defeatist nihilism of “I have just one vote,”
take back what whisperers disparage most, make powerless,
exit from where you hide, point and click U-N-S-U-B-S-C-R-I-B-E.

and make room in that soul to plant a fresh seed, hope it will grow.


2.17.25
5.13.25 Edited, added, refined for clearer read of subject emphasis
55 lines, free verse, or with Coda, 61.

Did you join leprechauns in the rainbow-directed search of holographic pots of gold?
Oh, man. You’re missing out. It’s a really cool…hey, where you going?
Out. For fresh air. Enjoy Mars, BTW.

In dreams, In the latest news, an overnight media sensation is creating a buzz about…
*CLICK*
Nope, you are. Shills.

They’re pre-programmed everywhere because of failings of our forefathers…soft touch.