Thursday, December 20, 2012

Occupied Space (Poem)

Your mind is a colony -
It is occupied space.
Your visitors -
Unwanted, uninvited,
Arrived before you were born,
Invading the minds of your parents, grandparents.
They are the mascots and the logos,
The slogans and the jingles,
The bright and clean mental militia
Of the corporations
That control your "private steps,"
But not your destiny.