About being hyper-aware:
So much of my brain is spent thinking about martians & EMOs & missiles pointed east & maniacs with power & ConAgra & the death of poetry. And then I start to worry even though I know that we are caught in a maelstrom & planets away from being perfect.
So what exactly am I worrying about?
-Looking a Mad Dog Dead in the Eyes
Yusef Komunyakaa
Perception can force you to crawl
on God's great damn stone floor
& scrape your knees to the bone,
in love with the smooth round ass
of death. You've come to admire
that never miss sniper on the rooftops.
The man who dances in circles
has fistbeaten a dog to the ground.
All the newsreel faces turn away
from the woman hanging naked
by her hair in a picture window,
as a scarecrow drags across a yellow field.
The young man with a nail in his foot
is your son, who believes
he's Christ, telling his father
what he wants to hear,
using a thorn for a toothpick.
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