everything's the same but worse

[Thunderembargo]

well i don't know if i'll see the next summer storm
or girls drunkenly waving down yellow cabs near frick
oddfellows is closed, the writing room too

olivia these medallions are so expensive
you'll be ok, you'll get on alright i know you
back then she wore toe rings

did you know Eleonora's falcons kill their neighbors' babies?
and there's another type called a lesser kestrel
no. no i didn't
did you miss me?

The poem hints at some of the underlying and fundamental problems of this ridiculous civilization.   The public forum for expression and synthesis (where REAL MONEY comes from) has been worn down by overly paranoid and hyper-critical neighbors who prosecute each other for their ancient sins.   They're brain-dead zombies out here.   They can't think for themselves.   The public consciousness is only focused on "doing the right thing" based on what covers or protects sinning.   Who gives a damn about the young and the innocent.?   The people out here are beyond ridiculous.   It's a damn holocaust waiting to unfold.   The people are illiterate, stupid, trite, bitter, small-minded.   They have never learned to commend or honor the work of poets or thinkers.   Their full of vain-glory and idiocy.   All false idols and false memories, false constructs.