That we are locked up in a box
is at least as old as Immanuel Kant,
but Walter Benjamin would liken it
to being in a box watching World Theatre,
where individuals would trap the dust
and particles of our Cosmic Light Show
on a stage of capital consumption;
freeze frame the parade of life
and distribute it in musical gambits;
else measure it in teaspoons and kisses
for those rich bastards on Wall-Street;
for whom a mystery is a baseball park,
where heavenly banks lay the diamonds
on the nightly news at 6 o’clock sharp.
Now if someone asks you if you’re stuck,
all caught up inside a box of mysteries,
tell the ass holes: “Fuck you!” –
and go on about your business.
- Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.