a coffee stain...

a coffee stain

dried

on a dirty floor

a topographic mapping

of a world

unknown

same fluidity

of formation

called

Spilled Moka

as this strange

land

conceived

such a place

a world

of wonder

lush flora

fauna

from

the very large

down

to minuscule

tiny creatures

question being

does man exist

hard to tell

from an ancient

scribble

no names

of places

conquered

destroyed

raped pillaged

and plundered

as it seems

to be

our nature

or could it be only

a mechanism

of survival

due

to the hierarchy

of such wisdom

kindness

prosperity

as it could

very well be

the psychopaths

float

as excrement

upon

still sweet waters

tainting the pool

when

it should be

the cream

rich

w/flavor

life's blood

of deliciousness

my guess is

the former

driven by greed

control

dare I say

evil

too simple really

an evolution

to where

we today

only speculated

that we use

ten percent only

our grey matter

of cholesterol

surrounded

by our thick skull

packed neatly

as a system

of nerves

receptors

an electrical force

to harness

all we do

stimulating

to say the least

maybe now

is the enormous awakening

a global phenomenon

when the circuits

are firing

in awareness

these Neocons

are

simply sickos

who dream

of the power

and destruction

of serious

deadly conflict

using the plebs

as fodder

"fuck no

we won't go"

the street

chant marching

down

as victory

the ruse

of climate change

fake meat

bugs

and bad butter

as food

blatant

that these leaders

have got to go

three percent

is all we need

to get this Republic

for which it stands

on new knees

for rehab

more bees

for pollination

real honest crops

real labor

skills of trade

and creativity

families

faithful

honest

hard working

common sense

Man still needs

to guide

it's machines

as he rides

a horse in control

as a symbiotic

dance choreographed

not merely

a coffee stain

dried

on a dirty floor