Channel Surfering

i have been channel surfing lately
hop-scotching across scared burial grounds
thumbing through discarded recipes boxes
one can find wisdom in a thrift shop back room,
a blue rabbit's foot clinging to chain,
a drop of magic still lingering at the bottom
of a Jim Beam bottle -

current affairs
have left me thinking
we missed something along the way here
maybe a master script awaiting decryption, the true formula
for human integrity, or an eighth
deadly sin needing to be shed

but antiquity seems
to have developed its own rules - now
requiring specialised study, specific methods
i am not qualified
to perform -
i even have caught wind
that bones have organized unions, set a going labor
rate for channel surfers (i feel i am beginning to buy
into this conspiracy thing) - think i should head
underground, change my username,
my passwords, Note:

thrift stores have
started serving Starbuck's - in their rare book section;
addiction is everywhere -  think i'll slip out
back - hit up a taxi driver for
a ride to the nearest casino - have a talk
with the chief about this
union thing.....

bkmackenzie
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