Glory to thermodynamics

and spoils of Western Civilization.

 

Thrum of the central heater...

manually activated upon advent of twilight

(since yours truly not resident within "smart home"),

nevertheless warm cockles and muscles

appreciate basking, and luxuriating,

within climate controlled environment,

whether bone chilling deep freeze of winter

 

sets indentured jaws chattering

or contrarily when sweltering

hazy, humid and hot

dawg days of summer

necessitates setting air conditioner

at refreshing sixty degrees fahrenheit.

 

I could never survive alone in the wilderness

which dependence on creature comforts

inured me since birth,

but all the more power to people

(such as Dick Proenneke

pronounced pren-icky)

who live off the grid,

and minimize their carbon footprint.

 

Truth be told, a non impactful lifestyle

tantalizes, teases, titillates...

yours truly, a garden variety generic human

dependent on consonant contrivances

and conveniences conditioned

courtesy capitalistic consumeristic credo

decrying his dependence

upon flow of electrons,

whereby flip of switch

instantaneously allows, enables,

 

and provides electricity

with absolute zero ability

to stave off blackout

attributed to sudden disruption

regarding power outage

linkedin with severe

kickstarted meteorological phenomena

or terroristic machinations

(possibly even homegrown unrest)

signaling the end

 

of the webbed wide world

reducing to rubble

(think being bombed back into stone age)

annihilating trappings

of twenty first century civilization

forcing survivors to learn basic skills

cooperation, integration, and utilitarian virtues

altruistic, democratic, humanistic,

mechanistic, and socratic zest

begotten, distilled, and forged

nsync with opposable thumb.

 

Angst crimps existence

generating dystopian thoughts

despite countless factorial permutations

and combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms

boot Grinchian genes snatched such balms

when tethered in utero umbilical connection,

etched bromide, which hankering calms

 

embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks

constantly subjected to exams

from the school of hard knocks

which I bewail sets back and gloms

mine aim to revel in blissful contentment

but circumstances decrees otherwise

cursing this chap tubby haunted

 

by veritable elfin grotto dwelling phantoms

hovering over sweet clover dials a mirage

yes...Iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys

that spans the world wide web, and exude

premature ejaculatory ecstasy, puzzled if fie

totally tubular trod a tedious trek

along the boulevard of broken dreams

 

what happenstance oft finds thyself to flail

amidst difficulty to maximize

optimal opportunities searching for Holy Grail

or whatever constitutes such lofty

personal objective, perchance being hale

and hearty of body, mind and spirit

 

spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate

while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial

vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud

of dust, though mindfulness helps

to pass go, and chance avoid jail

time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered

 

to this toothless mwm (with gumption) quasi-vegetarian

enjoying poetry stone soup, yet also subsisting

on supplementary vitamin packed glue tin free

NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male

thirty nine years shy sans bing a centenarian,

which span of life best cut short with a nail

(possibly nine inches) hammered into

 

faux coffin, cuz this imp doth turn pale

at the prospect to fill up a space of land

best utilized by birds - such as quail

mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw

one), where cremated ashes sail

across some verdant plain under

 

cerulean skies putting to rest every travail

which thoughts of dem eyes spells

the main impetus explaining this rambling spiel

warp and woof ova gauzy veil

imperceptibly looms closer upon

turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale

and thus desperation finds pleading for salvation.