Piano Roadkill (WTF?!?)
One time I found an old, broken piano on the side of the road! What a surprise, so I had to stop and jam... Since I have never before happened upon the insides of a piano in a ditch, I pulled out my camera first... I don't know how good the production is, but this is as metal as metal gets!Except, it's unplugged... LOL!
Why would someone create such rampant litter? Those woods are pretty pristine, out on the Key Peninsula in the Pacific Northwest, in western Wahington State... I had to leave the musical guts where I found them, hoping that someone would make a sculpture out of it someday... One can dream!
Is now a good time to mention that the world has too much stuff? Mass-produced goods are choking our landfills!
Here's a poem I wrote about it, since the piano trash gets me riled up about pollution in the world...
It is called, 'ManuFracture...' (I typed the words below, if you want to read along...)
Mechanized, techanized stuff...
Pouring out of our ears...
Pouring out of our fears...
Stuff for today, stuff for tomorrow...
We'll buy, beg, or borrow...
Can't get enough of that mass-produced sorrow...
We're so stuffed with stuff...
It's like a post-Thanksgiving-euphoria...
A comatose overdose of inventions gone wild...
I guess it's safe to say that
When you read between the assembly lines...
The stuff never brought us the easy living
We all supposed it would...
These poor, inanimate objects...
Don't inspire objectivism...
Or collectivism, unless collective means
How much stuff we collect...
I object to this past-time, Your Honor...
Because it can't be sustained...
We think it's engrained, but it's just a bad habit...
This manufacturing...
This manu-fracturing...
Pens are good, but conversation is better...
And the letter laid down in the sand
Is the most sacred of all...
How could we possibly keep it up?
This big-era frenzy of making products
And moving them around the world...
Ironically, we call them, 'Goods'...
As if placing a moral value-judgment on them
Makes them worthy of acquiring...
Uninspiring, but it makes me wonder,
If people are basically goods?
Wiping our messy faces with clearly cut woods...
Where does it end?
Where in the warehouse does it end?
We have enough cargo that's come and gone...
To last until there's no more dawn...
"Buy all you want! We'll make more!"
And you'd never believe what's in store...
I wonder how we even sleep at night, when the American Dream
Is but an ethereal nightmare of disposable consumption...
Don't make the assumption that I'm completely free...
But you can save me right now
By spending time with yourself...
Ashes to industry... Dusty industry...
The man-eating plant...
Where we clock in, to slavery...
It's we who are feeding this child...
Unreconciled...
Imagination defiled...
Stuff it as best you can...
In the garbage can...
Then off to shopping for more...
And it doesn't make us evil...
Just a bit distracted...
From knowing we have all we need...
Time we were freed...
It's a process you can't buy...
A process that isn't processed...
It's saying, 'No More!' without getting pissed off...
Saying, 'Know more...' and then
Not treating knowledge like a commodity...
Because the next-best-think is coming to your neighborhood...
And the immaterial is a possession that cannot be held for long...
I'd say karma is the latest trend,
But that only creates more karma for me, see?
All the cattle on a thousand hills...
Can't pay your bills...
The many mansions... Global expansions...
They say you can't take it with you when you're gone...
But they forgot to mention...
That, 'IT' can take YOU with it, when it's gone...
So, manufacture a new paradigm...
Where pure contentment allows real happiness...
Joy ain't STUFF...
That much is certain...
Put the minerals back in the ground...
Like planting seeds
For crops of future freedom...
Walk on your own two shoes...
And someday you could learn to make a pair...
As opposed to importing your own importance...
Yes, it's okay to wipe your ass...
But you COULD fold the teepee and use it again
As you clean up your shit...
Time to say we're done with
Keeping up with the Jones'es...
Time to get DOWN with them...
Roll around in the stark reality
That you're rich as fuck...
But freedom from all this manufracturing
Will make you far richer...
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Hey! I really like the theme of your work here, and you have some great wordplay, such as "import your importance". If you're interested there's a community of writers who work to hone their craft on discord called The Writers Block. We workshop pieces before they get posted to steemit to improve the quality of writing here. I run the poetry workshop with the incomparable @geke if you'd like to stop by!
Wow, yes I am interested... I have a bunch of new poetry from 2017 that I would love to workshop... My last piece was called, 'Woke As Broken News'...
So far I haven't found the right chat for steemit... Is it DISCORD? Or is it STEEMIT.CHAT? You say discord, but is the situation like some folks are there, but others are elsewhere? I have been meaning to get on that, so this will help me in that direction...
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