Max Keanu

Occupy Mind Street

We're that "AH,HA!" moment personified, but mummified

We're the ones who shush at you over the theatrically bona fide

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Quake - 2:46pm

Teetering shaking time thrash
Shadows of wills, vacillate
Ended seconds, fates instantiate
Grieves ginormous, desperate
Time-scape clatter, clink, crash
Mind-scraped, sunk, separate

Atop hills high, esoteric plateau
Mazdah flaming minions, histrionic
Mankind of toil, folly, synchronic
Heroic quantum Yen plenitudes
Misery affliction, radical irradiations
Pointless prayers, mystical gratitudes….


Of Chernobyl, of Fukushima
Of men suited, armed, themed
Of lives reamed, labyrinth schemed
Of names in vain vanes of shamed

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Romance of Time

Watchmaker's calculated art of divisible lines
Only seconds gone, recovered, reconciled - times
Confess! Sighs, spies, lies - sleepless unhappiness
Watchmaker's devices, anxieties, deceptiveness
Chronicled surreptitious relentlessness

Watchmaker, oh so smart, moving hands imperceptibly
Only minutes on a lark, a mark, every man's destinies
Of life, timeless reality, evolving haphazardly?
Watchmaker's ticking; dialing death demonstratively
Defines our zeitgeist— zigzaggedly

Watchmaker imparts, twelve more, twenty four

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