A Savage Monologue

That barren desert back home had more life than this city.
This Brave New World puzzles me. Everything seeems socially backward form my norms. I can't find acceptance here either so not much is new. How did I get roped into a situation like this? I can't believe my mom has left me, basically taken by a substance. Forget about my Father. I find great interest in Bernard. We have many a few deep conversations. I wonder what people think about him. I find him a strong and courageous man. I tried to stop those workers from getting their soma, but I did nothing. How can a society be addicted to a single substance. I can't stand Lenina. A woman without feminine traits or any fortitude. She confuses me the most. I can't fall into her temptations. That movie she made me watch was terribly dry. I didn't get lost in it like I do with other pieces of literature. Well tomorrow I'm leaving for the city outskirts, hopefully I can get some peace and quiet there. I think this Brave New World is too far gone for me to try and change anything

Found Poem

Mind the Fire
Sunk the Ash
Pour the Potion
Apply the Knife
Danced in the Handerchief-big Space


Suddenly I felt Old
Metal Woven
And coiled Into Yellow
Toward the Gulf
Boss got Out


The only S O S I suppose
I watched the cotton rows
before the barbeque
Coloseun, some ruined temple
He let the Boss shake it

Slightly Puzzled smile on his face
Politics, he said
Even to be Freed?
Cass continued
Good with a capital G