The Rhetorical Question

Benjamin Jenkins, life, New England, New Hampshire, poem, poems, poetry, Portsmouth, writing

It’s ill education

It’s the pursuit of satisfaction

Comparing cash value

To the subjective flow of time.

 

It’s ill education

It’s self imposed addiction

Daily caffeine satisfaction

Unlike ill luck, I control its caress.

 

It’s ill education

It’s the train station

Watch the turning iron mechanics approach

Watch Earth and steel track push away.

 

It’s ill education

It’s the inevitable impact

My vantage point is constant

My perspective has changed.

 

It’s ill education

It’s barely perceptive progression

These relationships I nurture

And many more I adore.

 

It’s ill education

It’s the need to feel in control

Tumbling through methods of our own construction

Runaway rapids hammering a course through stone.

 

It’s ill education

It’s locked within a common, surreal reality

Among a galaxy of perspectives

Riding a concrete hammered flow of copper wire.

 

I wonder when it’s time to change

I wonder if the blood in my veins

Makes me material

Or am I material in someone’s matinee?

 

It’s ill education

It’s all a rhetorical question.

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