The Silent Ones

Artaficial Love

This is a poem
About a dead peach tree

This is a poem
About the roots of true love
Growing brittle and fossilizing
Under the ash of the new world

This is a poem
About the skin of the fruit
Of human connection

Burning in the Light
Of my computer screen

About the fathers broken fingers
Smashing on the keys
Of my padlocked door

About the short circuits between
Your heart and mine
If I could only tell you in person
But who has the time
To put one foot in front of the other
When a homeless man asks for a dime
I'd rather take a picture
And "capture the moment"
Then live life like its mine

This is a poem
About a dead peach tree

About watching a video of someone planting its seeds and hitting replay
until the day the tree falls away
But you dont notice
Because you'd rather watch it grow
and flourish
Then look past the sea of blue
washing over your eyes
And out your window
And at your daughter
Slipping in the rotten cores
of what used to be
A peach tree

This is a Poem
About a rubber peach tree
Drilled into the liquid plastic
of the false earth

About the empires buried under
A heap of papers
Under a graveyard
Under a tire swing
Under a little girl
Whose feet are soked in battery acid
And toes scrape the cement
In hopes it may turn to sand
And swallow her whole

This is a poem about
A time not yet upon us
About a God
Who chocked to death
on our closeted sins
On the fingers crawling
through her hair
As she tries to run
And the nails sliding down her
Throat blocking her air way
And killing the dream she had
Of being saved
And swept away
By true love

by love at all.

This is a poem about
A baren peach tree
Whose branches whip the backs
Of any man who'd dare to cry
At its feet
Whose leaves singe the grass
And turn the dirt to rock
Like the soil of a mans heart
Desperate for mercy the way the dessert is desperate for rain

This is not a poem
This is a letter
This is a testimony
Of a generation of TV babies
Who's eyes won't shut
And mouths won't open to scream
To say we don't know who we are
Accept for what we see
on our computer screens

This is about a baby
Who will never know what it truly means be loved because all it will ever be

 is a scientific experiment

That didn't turn out quite right
And sits in a plastic case on a shelf labeled "artificial" 

This is about a robot who is more human then hardware
About the world
Laying on there backs watching reality fly by through a pair of virtual goggles
About the pyramids crumbling and the Eiffel Tower turning green and collapsing and the worlds responds being to turn up the volume

This is  About a peach tree
being strangled  To death
by the worst sin of them all

Carelessness

But the peach tree is humanity
And the hand that chokes us Is time