Zero

And infinity

I enter my generation

Conceived, spurted, swelled belly, and birthed

Into an atmosphere more polluted than the last
Indivisibly chemical signatures

Tap along my nerve endings

Thalen  that make women of boys

Pregnant women wash your hair at risk
Gordon Gecko  years of greed is good

Now masked with paradox delivered

revelations from celebrity gods

We must earn more

To stop poverty
Buy a wrist band no one can eat

Reminding you to “Stop Poverty™”

Wear it near the biro scrawl

reminding you to “buy more milk”
We stagger under Darfur, Timor, Lebanon, tsunamis and cyclones

Helpless as mewling infants

against decades of uncivil war

Internal and external to our bodies
We gobble newsbytes, join morning television families

With whom we share no genetic trace nor smelly uncle
We are lost in a wild thicket of misinfomercials

Our labor is no longer cheap enough

To be worth anything

.53 seconds to produce a Nike™ product

and 56% of our weekly wage

goes off shore, no where

for shoes smarter than we are
we are valuable

like cattle are

marked by what we stuff into our mouths

faster again and again

only

in the depth of our consumerablity

Our souls slowly starve
The numberless number of the noughties is upon us

Zero and zero and zero

emptiness in a time of chaos
minimalist? Try ikea™
when I cry enough

enough.com?’ offers me my own webspace
I am a set of acronyms

This is (insert name here)

my CliP, my Current Life Partner™

love forever, until the next time
All is an everywhere and everywhere

there is nothing
escape through the sliver thin gaps between commercials

Follow the fading white dot in my

Grandmother's Herculean television

Down the rabbit hole

Into nowhere
I listen, I eat

But nothing nourishes

Slow food?

How about slow thinking

Measured pedantic

Beautiful and hesitant

manifesto

                             Rule #1 : Trust nothing you can't kill a cockroach with

                                                one handed.

The rest

I forget
My nervous system thrums

Like a whale's sonar

jammed by a thousand rotting supertankers ploughing

Noisy silt across the bluegreen
If I could beach myself

For some quiet

I would
But I carry the super highway within

Tapped into the genes now

Of my generation
We rot slower from the preservatives

Taste sweeter to man eaters

I am

refined sugarflesh
Three friends I know have brain tumors

This year alone

Cancer in our young bodies

the first uneven chemical tapestry
One in four with mental illness

Depression is like sonar malfunction

White noise of our generation
Thumbs no longer grip on life's tree

But grow like fingers

Better to be dexterous txters

Than to hold on for dear life

Dear life

Dear life – where have you gone?
Khrisnacrystaljesus hallejujah!
Can't fuck without plastic nineties

Gave way to typing on plastic

Care less we no longer need flesh

To smell

We climax over keyboards

Secretly
One in two fail

Blend that family

Reminds me of a joke

Something about frogs in blenders

A mess in any case.
Savage day after savage day

enmeshed in my veins

are a thousand conversations, I never had

The numbers on my belly disguise a pentagram

a secret Armageddon, the last child on earth born

the last night on earth.

And we were out shopping