splatter 28

i wanted to write the 21st c a letter / considering that is so still so young
we've not finished w/ the 20th c it seems / still bloody despots / still the horrors
and power struggles / the hopes / the fears / the terrors
maybe its not a question of time / the matters contend w/ being on this
mad planet / that we are human and human by its very name
is the condition of being very fucked up
i have little hope for the 21st c / for you / dear 21st c / got yr work ahead of you
the problems we people share will get worse and the horrors we have
yet to bear / i shudder to think / and yet i do / for even in my limited
thinking capacity it is evident for even composing this mash of words
means that i still care and worry / i've spent my apprenticeship
in language studying the 20th c eastern european poets
who were no strangers to oppression and horror
they became masters of irony and irony is the most
supreme form of sarcasm and humor / irony is the great FUCK YOU
i recall the line by brodksy that goes
FREEDOM MEANS FORGETTING THE SPELLING OF THE DESPOT'S NAME
that comes to me now when thinking of you / dear 21st c
we are in trouble and in it bad / and yet i can't conjure up the irony
needed for these times that i so admire in eastern european poetry
i hope still / i love and i hate in equal measure
so i'll leave these broken lines as a proof of my hope
as i face you / dear 21st c / that we may enter yr threshold
in love and courage because i suppose we humans are dumb
and being dumb means for us to be in for the long haul