welcome. to. the. twenty. first.

Here comes twenty-first century disaster
as the stars of this world catch flame;
scientists cave to curiosity, their master,
and survival rests its life in the hands of fame.

So much exists on the brink of intangibility,
there and yet not quite,
as politicians lose mental stability
in the heat of verbal fight,
while the hookers lose the battle
to the aliens in the sex trade,
and third world children are herded as cattle
to their prisons of silk, leather and suede.

And in all its speed and digital wonder
in all its instant pleasure and easy fixes,
one can't help but slightly wonder
if our brilliant cloud nines are not, in fact, sixes,
turned upside down and disguised
as a new golden age, a modern day-
could we then be all surprised
if nothing seems to go our way?

Living in time was the parameter,
and each of us the subject,
but eliminate time and what comes to matter
is whether or not we object
to timelessness and its directive lack:
welcome. to the twenty-first century.
there's. no. going. back.