Four poems from IRON LUNG
Industrialists recall utopia’s exceptional isolation through an interdependent mythology
obfuscating immutable contacts. This naturalized innovation offshores responsibly for
the recidivist foundations supporting paucity’s lucrative practice. Why do consumers
procreate mimetic entrepreneurs scolded in capital’s sepulcher embrace? Our society’s
instant messages furnish denizens generously endowed with punctual ovulations facing
time-honored constraints. Modern technology enlivens the means by which each profit
is partitioned. Financial ruins run counter to my status inlaid on broadband’s proclivity.
Pejorative enticements germinate mimetic constellations demarking the limits of
liminal cognition. Industry’s overdetermined imaginations manufacture metaphysical
inertia hostile to transformation’s evolutionary energetics. Why must surplus commute
between weekday rituals on seasons harvesting indentured outcroppings? My familiar
restraints foster emancipatory assumptions unable to articulate our festively coercive
ephemera. This revolutionary era descends upon its subjects cast in bonded circulation.
Metamorphic erosions fall for lines divined behind an electorally ennobled screen.
The Heritage Foundation’s educational ideology bespeaks our country’s rhetorically
silent beginnings. An elementary student’s geometric pigmentations fossilize inside this
protective artifact’s ontological continuity. What twenty-first-century-African-American
is made more sovereign through the Smithsonian’s coalition of reaffirmed classifications?
Each district’s demographic schema contains within itself its principled schematic origin.
My ruptured Achilles spins inherent meaning on looms conceived by western morality’s
repetitive alterations. Didactic narratives tie active phenomena into a Windsor knot.
Technicolor panoramas admit westernized imaginations through Oriental ports.
These automated visions fashion sanitized adolescents from didactic embodiments
of institutionalized opticians. What do indigenous trademarks signify now that our
embargo’s illuminated enjambments posit fictions staged for an exclusive audience’s
transnational manifestation? Each billboard’s eternity levies sensual conscriptions on
productive beds in ephemeral locution. My choreographed appropriations oscillate
between the despotic and quixotic with only humanity’s assumptive role to play.