reading spooky books
for spooky season
that i got in the spookiest way of all
[at least from a capitalist’s perspective]
completely
free
[MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!]
reading spooky books
for spooky season
that i got in the spookiest way of all
[at least from a capitalist’s perspective]
completely
free
[MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!]
if you are reading this poem from far into the future
don’t let those who write the history books convince you
that this was a golden era of plenty
it was not
it absolutely is not
things are really really really bad right now
but don’t let them convince you that everyone was
dour
sad all the time
doing nothing
having no happiness
we find joy
we find joy
it’s what keeps us going/living/fighting for the future
for you
the black and brown folks i know
the immigrants and citizens
the neurodivergent and disabled
and all my queer kin, we can find
happiness in even the bleakest of places
it’s what makes us so resilient
it’s what makes us all worth fighting for
even when we give up on
fighting for ourselves, we
continue on, fighting for
each other
and that, i believe, is one of the most beautiful things
about our community
[and what those in power
absolutely lack]
so
things are bad
no one has enough money to truly live
ice is terrorizing everyone
no matter immigration status
our rights are being stripped away
and we are absolutely aware of it
and
we dance in the streets
we find someone to hold at night
we feed our dogs and our cats
and our fish/birds/lizards/other animals
sometimes before we feed ourselves
we care for each other
and seem to continue passing around the
same twenty dollars
ad infinitum, but damn, that twenty dollars
can make a difference in someone’s week
and we play games
and we check in
and we let each other know when we’ve
gotten home safely
and we meet strangers whom we know
care about people
and we give our knowledge to them
we give our trust to them
because we know we cannot continue
without others
and others cannot continue
without us doing our part
it sucks
and it’s joyful
and we’re working so hard against
those who would take everything away
for a lackluster feeling of power and a hoard of
fake monetary wealth
but we are concentrating on each other and the joy right now
those who suck can continue to fuck up humanity in their little gated communities
and giant white houses
here is where the party is
and the party is
revolution
the content of our content
matters less than the
clicks it amasses
and i guess i’m just too tired
to care about algorithms and
search engine optimization and
making myself into a brand or whatever
i’ve only been around thirty-some-odd years
but i feel as though i’ve lived a hundred of those
[and yet i only have the total memory of like five,
so interpret all my complaints however you will]
so i’m not going to waste my time with clickbait
and playing a game for an entity i think
could bring good
but is currently
absolutely
not
i’m not against the internet
i’m against how it’s being used and utilized
by the vulture class
[might i not actually be against capitalism, but instead
against how it’s being used and utilized
and structured and exploited
by the vulture class, too?]
[maybe at its basest definition
but capitalism has changed meanings
as it means now — accumulation of wealth for the wealthy
by feeding off consumerist culture
and the only way it stays stable is to
grow
fast
exponentially —
i’m definitely against all that.]
but a tirade against capitalism isn’t how this poem started
[that is how many of my poems end]
i’d love to be assessed for the content of my content
not the number or type or flashiness of the thumbnail
[though, in the end, we’re all left screaming into the void
and the void never ever
calls back]
there are so many things i’d like to be doing
at all hours
of every day
writing
sewing
creating
flying
hanging out with friends
organizing my bookshelf
contemplating the mysteries of the world and the universe
and/or
just cuddling with my spouse and our animals
but i must participate
[albeit lightly]
in capitalism
and this country
[no matter how much i disagree
with so much of it
fundamentally]
and that includes having commutes
where many of my hobbies
cannot come out
and
an end of the day mind-numbing
exhaustion need that can sometimes only
be fed by silly stardew valley video games
and
a constant reminder in my head that
if i can’t make money off of a hobby
it’s not worth investing in
and
i hate that last brainwashing bit most of all
hobbies are hobbies for hobbies’ sake
i could tell you the benefits to heart and mind health
and creativity and the like
but
that gets us farther away from the point
which is that being alive
is about being alive
and sometimes we just gotta vibe
with the aliveness
that we have
and make a little shitty drawing
that makes us smile while we’re doing it
and makes a friend smile when they receive it
that’s what living is all about
[not capitalism
not capitalism
not capitalism]
total economic blackout
[though i forgot about ads
on language learning apps]
[hopefully that barely counts
in the grand scheme of
telling the leadership
the country
the world
that we disagree
wholeheartedly
with what is happening
to our democracy
specifically
in minneapolis, minnesota]
we support you from afar,
midwest warriors —
keep pouring that water
around the tires;
freeze them out
in order to make
ice
melt
is there going to be a time
sometime
soon
where we look at all this newfangled technology
as so tragically
backwoods
backwards
and slow
it’s gotta be
it’s gonna happen
that’s just the way of the world
but i want to know if there was ever a time
where we looked upon the new thing
sometime
later
and felt it wasn’t as great a thing
as it was originally made out to be
there have always been
moral panics about
well, anything and everything really
when people read books too much
they weren’t paying attention
to life
and living
when people spent too much time on the phone
the connection was cheapened
music
is against
godliness
etc
etc
etc
but i feel so many people my age
are looking at the internet
not as bringing something that haunts us as a hysteria
but bringing with it actual
worse
life
living
[and it is those of us who were there in the digital trenches,
who thought the internet was the dawn of a
great new age,
who extolled the powers of social media
for keeping us in contact with people
we very likely would have lost touch with,
we are the ones having doubts
second guessing our own excitement.]
[i feel like the only comparable moment would be
a failed city/state
with a governmental system
that didn’t do
what it said it would]
[but then, wouldn’t those who wanted it
dig their heels in
harder
as the numbers and examples and proof
overwhelmed the senses;
haven’t people always clung harder to the “facts”
that are provably
wrong
with
every
moment
of
proof?]
so what age are we in?
or am i in the minority
as i sit here, annoyed with and worried about
ai
and the state of the internet in general?
but believe me when i say
i do not
want to go back to a “simpler time”
moving forward is good
often technology is great
it is the shareholders and capitalism and consumerism that’s making these things
so terrible
upon release
and as they
continue to
exist
[the vulture class just gives a bad name
to vultures]
one year ago i was so apprehensive
of the impending twenty twenty five
i wept the day of the eve
fearing the worst
not even letting myself hope for the best,
the best i could hope for
was survival
and i did survive this horrid year
[and had some lovely adventures
within it]
but i can’t close out this year without acknowledging
the lives lost
and livelihoods/health/sanity thrown away
due to the ultimate greed of
just a few
just a few
who make decisions
for the many
the many who
they don’t even care about
ceos
and presidents
and random fuckbags who like to set social media sites
on fire
for fun
should not have the choke-hold they do
on our society
and while i can complain
and condemn
i do not want to be like them
so instead i’ll say:
human beings matter
and deserve fair treatment
from the immigrant
to the trans child
to any person with darker skin than the congressional average —
being white
or male
or christian
or rich
or cis
does not make anyone better or more adept to make decisions for the rest;
for human beings contain multitudes
and each human knows what’s best for themselves
but not
for others
and i truly believe
if left to our own devices
and to our own community-based natures
we’d err on the side of righteousness
and kindness
so, even though twenty twenty six
may be filled with the same
cult leaders
and snake oil salesmen
and fearmongers
and dictators,
let us band together
in our local communities
to show each other
we care
[and we have the power
to say no
to white supremacist
racist
transphobic
bigoted
propaganda
disguised as
nationalistic
“history”
we can know
our own
true history
and we can work together
to make the future
so much better
than any of these old
unimaginative
dinosaurs
know what to do with]
[here’s to a wonderful
and kind
and free
2026]
art
and artists
are the only things making me
hopeful
right now
[perhaps my art
could bring hope
to someone, somewhere]
an educated populace
is a dangerous populace
to the folks in charge
who gain
with everyone else’s
losses
the overwhelming ache
of knowing strangers’
wants
and needs
and their own aches
and feeling hopeless
and helpless
even while knowing
individuals cannot save everyone —
it is companies and economies
and governmental systems
that keep those in want
wanting,
and keep those in the place of
being able to give
here
and there
stuck
in overwhelm…
fuck capitalism.
where is our revolution
of kindness?