Mass Machinery of a Hydrocarbon Dream
Blinking lights,
Grey faces
worn down by
an endless chain
of encounters with machines
Social life becomes
a checkerboard
of electrical impulses
and responses
Happiness has always
been elusive
But do we really think
that we can
cause it to turn on and
off like qa lightbulb
Poe talked of science
stealing his "summer dream"
We know his point
"In Spades"
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007
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