
I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want more…
Blast from the past:
New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about society

I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want more…
Blast from the past:
New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve

One more city
One more place
Where humans construct a home
Blast from the past:
We are all microbes
In the immense petri dish
Of society

Deep within me lies
The desire to raze the world
And build it anew.
Blast from the past:
In our land devoured
By myths of the exceptional
Advancing to “survive”

No one cares about
Patching up ruined lives when
They are wandering.
Blast from the past:
Life remains easy
For the person who lives with
No sense of shame

The indelible
Agency within their stories,
Found in translation
Blast from the past:
Magical realism:
When your story becomes a
Fawn and flies away

Even at the desk,
Sitting with my coworkers
I long for my office.
Blast from the past:
If telling me what
To do’s your only technique,
That’s bad management.

Through rushes of fire,
Bits turn into the objects
Of glass we all know
Blast from the Past:
Do not use the past
If you would like to know who
I truly am now

How long can we stand here
Pretending
Those gods are valid
Blast from the Past:
I am a diamond,
Or at least I hope all of
This stress was worth it

Seconds before the
Big impact is the wrong time
To ask what the point is
Blast from the Past:
Isolated in our
Hulking towers of gray stone:
Evil in nonbeing

Stand in line
All we need is
Your compliance
Blast from the Past:
I should fall in line?
For a job? That’s never worth
It in the long run.