Darth Vader Orbit

I've decided to start posting poems. Originally I was hoping to make this blog be a focused enterprise, a web 2.0 grinder for sharpening the blade of my intellectual curiosity. Momus, for those that knew his excellent blog Click Opera, was an ideal (my apologies for the lack of pertinent links - this internet game is still fresh to play, and I'm feeling exhausted and lazy). Recently ZunguZungu (alongside perennial Glenn Greenwald) has been added to my list of writers whose style I admire.

Practical considerations played a part too. I didn't post anything for over a year, I think. So the gears finally started clinking and some process in the back of my brain finished measuring that timeless homage "The perfect is the enemy of the good." I write more poems than essays, critical responses or thought-pieces. I am not reading the Nietzche I wished to be. So - I leave y'all with poesy, an anti-conformist screed, an oh-the-state-of-this-world rager in draft form.

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Darth Vader Orbit

You wild hungry dogs

who lust for more

than mediocre meat.

You Titans of offices

and potlucks.

You relentless running runts

wearing the quite right apparel

for our great, grim marathon.

Suns, central masses

for orbiting junk:

you "meme warriors."

Darth Vader spread out

across the multiverse,

each instance nostalgic.

Revisiting your battles

with Luke in Cloud City.

Where will you go

when the sea rises?