Dislocate, uproot, relocate, distribute
Plant this line in your head and keep repeating,
Our divine right as economic migrants, that heinous vow we took,
Once mortgaged to the rock, we forsook for home,
Is now supplanted in cardboard boxes, a Pink Floyd flurry,
Distribution of reason, unhoused, disowned
In surreal distribution across the lawn, partway through the shed,
Up the hallway, into our beds, and thence on in to our crowding heads.
Dislocate, uproot, and relocate, distribute
Where does this bearing take us? Now, a common theme,
Where is our true north, our promised land, our dream?
In the act of uprooting, to satisfy the needs of our vocation,
Shareholders, expediency, location, location, location,
But: if the proximity of life means, dereliction of direction,
Where are we left? What compass brought us here?
And, which sextant map and madcap plan, in vain,
Might lead us out again?
Dislocate, uproot, and relocate, distribute
Comments
I don't...
often comment or critique your work, because frankly, I usually don't get much of it. However, this one comes through loud and clear. Maybe, because I hate to move! ~ Gee.
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You Write Like Me
Visual Descriptives in this piece with Floyd encounter.
Of course I could be off course but this is a captivating piece.
Devine right as economic migrants what a push.
You hit a lot of points with this piece keep them coming now.
real estate
In the end, if you can afford to buy in, you will make a lot of money in real estate...the market of real property beats stocks, gold and everything else. How to grow old with enough money to hang and do poetry? Keep on buyin' and sellin' and in the end you'll find true north...at least in terms of some financial security. I blew my big chance when I didn't buy on Park Avenue in the 70's...I couldn't risk it. $50,000 for an apartment! Now they sell for $ 20 million.
But whatever I did in real estate saved my ass in my old age.
Dislocate, uproot, and relocate, distribute go for it!!
Thanks guys..
It's more about what happens to us as people too, and the total disorientation, and stress it puts people under. I'm halfway through, a very messy move, and it was more of a mind dump, less of a poem. But thanks for your insightful comments.
Cheers.
Chris.