in this modern state
seems
ungrateful or
ignorant
as self-absorbed
as our addiction to petroleum.
There’s some irony for you.
I own a car.
I have money.
I have legs.
Yet,
stuck
is the only
word I find
to describe how I feel.
Maybe it’s the knowledge,
the photographs,
the clever marketing schemes
encouraging you to
“get away” from it all,
offering somewhere else.
Somewhere better.
It’s all the same place.
Just different.
how to use:
as common as carbon is a poetic stream of consciousness.
there are 3 categories of “poems”:
(i) heteroglossic synesthesia (complete poems)
(ii) hobonyms (words with no homes)
(iii) mind jerky (thoughts to chew on)
after reading a poem you have 3 options to “turn the page”
“RANDOM” – takes you to a random poetic expression
#hastags – take you to another random poem with the same theme or motif
#category – takes you to a random poem in the same category
“no one can step in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and they are not the same person” – possibly Heraclitus
just as no one can step in the same river twice, no one can have the same experience of “as common as carbon” twice