the troubadours gaze at screens
blips are the gel, connective tissue
brains swelling, floating Sargasso
gyre swizzle sticks the bellies of boobies
goofy condors, like jellyfish mats
undulating under carpets of BP
flotsam
they chant songs next to Lincoln
wait for clocks to take them
to beer halls, sushi on live caught
sustainable slabs of tuna
dragged from crystalline Azores
the last old fish, warm blood, pelagic
but who laments last gasp of gilled
magnificence
they chart campaigns, robo-call
for dollars, bring smiles to mothers
when same sex campaigns
are the only hope for mountaintops
boomed into the jaguar’s bones
fuel for fanatics, the goutier
stuck in millionaires’ hearty laughs
bank accounts on-shore
too big to fail off-shore
TNC – transnational corporation INC, LLC
green leafs, the sign of Madison
Avenue, washing away fidelity
the revolution will be cleansed by
the New Tide, low water capacities
clothes dried by spinning windmills
they use up frequent flyer miles for points, carbon
green stamps when they eco tour
nice slum-poverty-dispossessed trips
forests in Borneo concertino-ed
CTV monitored, shoot to kill
indigenous first, foragers
looking for tubers that cure
capitalism’s ennui
on Chevron-Texaco’s paid for
plots
they seem empty, lofty ministerial
words, the foam of poets
locked in schools, fancy parties
fanciful men hitting on women
who pay to sweat, who run until
hypothermia advances new
mysticism, new ways to invest
in the new nano-technologies
maybe a space port in the middle
of Navajo-land, canyons lit up
phosphorus and percolate
for another gem of a billionaire
seeking weightlessness in their stone
hearts
these times are extruded prisons
the snap and bend of plastics
soon to be new bones, smiles
digitally controlled with chips
drilled into spines, more enlightened
than Sufi mystics, the new army
of the terabyte thinkers
plugged in and downloaded
no enchantment without Facebook
verifications, the road to perdition
paved with recycled femurs
their Oz some bionic man
derived of Petri, formed of hydrocarbons
they bow to him, her face
gelled, his solar plexus like
runway steel, her mind
a Mother Teresa-Margaret Thatcher-Tippi Hedren
bird’s nest of things, travels with his
children, her discovery is self-realization
forming communities, digital leaders
men with metro-sexual gaze
hermaphrodites bungee jumping
into purple haze, magical fungi
salvation
these warriors of the new green
struggle, thumbdrived in, emancipated
from poverty, clicked heels
rampant hope
unending sieg heils
for a hydrogen economy
solar infested enterprises
the clickety-click of silence
in ruby hills, wind turbines
out of Quixote’s Hell.