June 3, 2023
There Must Be A Way
this burning world of change and clamor there must be a way
truth and lies a'glamour, there must be a way
Google, Apple, Meta and Chat Bots slide you fluff glimmering as truth and not
solid granite somber unduality
that world of deep fakes, cheap dates, meek heroes, flights of crippled avatars
will the young know deeply an art, a science, a craft, a discipline, years and
tears, dedication, endless resolve, maturing skill?
when all is Marvel universe of tiny nothingness swishing and booming through
vacuum with cathartic music and tight bodies in latex, where will obese
populations climb, amble, scleroses cooking in their veins?
will nature end, flounder, falter bouncing twix
extremes, be as unparadisiac, as the past has known
paradise, mild mannered streams kissing shaded trees?
fields fellating fighter jets
tanks and fish farms in a bunker swim
babies, collective parenting by bots
supervised labor camps advertised as worker’s dreams
color aware, faith banter justified, hard drugs administered by priests.
to the future, all advertising, all toxic debris where algorithmic
entertainment is life and life but a nuisance best
left to the state to manage by decree.
war, no brain, no breath, no sea. Simulated sunlight on Wednesdays and Fridays only.
Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and
lives in the Bay Area with his wife Marine. He writes in Armenian and in
English, and also paints and sculpts. He is the current editor of The Literary Groong.