The riches of
darkness are those which men have made. Kaka`ako
condo towers have not been
built, nor need they be, a
full-page ad
reads. Crystal needles, safer
investments than meth. To have
power is to see the ocean clearly from a great height. Homeless
live on the ground; their ocean has less horizon and its waves are
taller, like glass buildings shattering. Surfers are needles in its
rubbling. He climbed some stairs and knocked. Inside he
found a bank of illegal game
machines, men perched on stools, gambling. Shell
corporations own units for a mafioso, a girl who lives in a dorm, a
war criminal. We are hostages to capital, not daring to call its
bully out. The word
“affordable” is a shell, and so are “human services.” Nut
cracked, there's nothing inside except
a cave. If a lion lives
outside yours, what is there for it to eat? Your daily meditations?
--8
February 2015
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