Jon Pear (a.k.a. NeuroAster)

another December in Winnipeg

In Uncategorized on December 15, 2008 at 11:52 pm

Now, a bus stop to wait beside is a final refuge

Now, a long winter seems to serve as a test of courage

I was “Jon Pear” before, but now I am NeuroAster

I am loved, blamed, and valued more by the pawns of wonder

Valued and loved by those who preach church-hype

Waiting beside a silent, cold bus stop

Busses delayed by ice and snow, held back

Schedules are nonsense; let the sky turn dark

Life is a bus stop where broken souls wait for the Death Bus to come

Nothing was planned; each of us has grown out of a joined egg and sperm

Letting the sky darken black as deep space is a sane, healthy peace

Wallets that puke dollar-bills and coins fail to address modern tears

Moment after moment, and event after event

Zeitgeist after zeitgeist has become ancient and short

Difference-makers everywhere demand movers to shove

Only rootless membots can survive everyone’s drive

Frostbite scars human-flesh like fire or corrosive acid

Let the wind fail to pierce the walls of our own apartment

Salvage each precious, rich, and tangibly real advantage

Now, a bus stop to wait beside is a final refuge


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