“I kill things from my hot tub while I’m drinking.”

The apex of all Creation – or a sign of the Apocalypse?

Probably neither. But I’d prefer to engineer something more realistic.  With much less orange.

I wrote my only complete poetry manuscript, Climbs & Diving, on public transit routes, beer-drenched Philadelphia countertops, and in between the three jobs I juggled after I was jettisoned from Rutgers into the apathy-saturated petrodollar-lovin’ population. Those days were stark and glorious.  The futures traders would never get it and neither would I, but we wouldn’t get it in completely different ways.

I wrote the final poem first on a snowy spring break trip to Maine during my last year of college.  I couldn’t tell you where the lines came from but once I had committed them to paper, I knew the poem could be even better.  So I printed out the poem, cut out the lines, and put the cut out lines in a hat. I then rearranged the poem line by line as I removed them from that hat and in a few months I had eeked out 32 more poems that have since survived several hard drives, a couple wars of aggression, and a hare-brained scheme to move to Vermont.

Here’s the final poem:

XXXIII.

Towards the root notes
Of New England climbs and dives
Unfolded during the volume
White thighs complete
With nervous twittering
Where’s Montana
Divvied up among ossified lookers-on
And the elaborate equation
Under an undulating Bronx
“What’s wrong with you?”
Vibrating in quick audacity
Where’s the one thing that I bought
No more shakiness
Through the thistles
Of an inaudible barre chord
“Just off Main St.” in Penebscot, Maine
Under the chandelier light
And not even wearing a brassiere
I can hear everything there
“Everything is wrong”
Weighted the consonants incorrectly
From the vowel shop by the harbor?
Where’s Wyoming?
Pushing glass back into the dirt
Into new English signs
With you and more importantly
I climb and dive

Is something wrong with this picture?

My only concern regarding a society liberated from the force of government would be the ongoing aggregation of corporate power in the face of depleted natural resources. 

I’m beginning to realize and fear that this reality is a part of the human condition and will continue to be a challenge to any system or non-system.

I don’t think it’s up to the “anarchists” among us to make excuses for engendering meaningful peace by active and vocal non-participation, but conversely the role of those who Vote to explain why their candidate and political party can better administer social justice than their opponents. It’s like racism, no child is born a Statist. We learn that the government is Good from before the time we learn about Santa Claus, except the latter myth goes away after childhood. I couldn’t tell you why adults choose to believe in fairytales, but I do know that the longer they choose to subscribe to them, the less likely those persons will ever be to overcome them.

Voting is childish.  All belief in all government is anti-human.  Government  places superhuman powers to those who aspire to power – namely sociopaths, charlatans, and hoodwinks whose only goals in life are the accumulation of power over others.  It is quite unfortunate yet strangely amusing that the average Consumer enjoys being led over a cliff by the pro-torture crowd but it’s important to keep voting in the Big Daddy types to make us feel good about ordering McDonald’s from 12 mpg Suburbans, hating Muslims, Voting, and Moving Forward.  The President’s made it abundantly clear that we’re definitely not gonna be doing any Looking Back.  So clear, one could call it transparent.