natural selection. mindless
mechanical maneuvering.
it’s hogwash. any shaman, hell,
any tribal member,
including your own, could tell
you that. but no,
we take orders
from these weird squeaky
people who are dead
from the neck down, who toil
under fluorescent lights in gray-
carpeted cubicles and white-painted
labs, who hunch over humming
metal and when
they send someone out
there, they take
it all with them—they carry
digital recording
devices, the way
missionaries carried Bibles.
they mean
well, but

they don’t listen.


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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