Glass Hammer Time

People used to like things
that were heavy. Sometimes
it was in fashion to be clean
shaven. Other times bearded
or mustachioed. For a while
keeping bees was in vogue.
Before high-definition it was
perfectly okay to be blurry
and a little out of focus.
Nobody held it against you.
Nobody cared. Now everyone
cares. All they do is care
all the time. Now angels tell me
we must engineer the shadows
to our advantage. Now angels
tell me we must slake our thirst
with crude oil. Inject our veins
with gasoline. Feed our souls to
vultures. It’s all just too much
for me. I prefer to do nothing.
Because when I say jump,
nothing says why?

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Patrick Meeds lives in Syracuse, NY and studies writing at the Syracuse YMCA’s Downtown Writer’s Center. He has been previously published in Stone Canoe literary journal, the New Ohio Review, Tupelo Quarterly, the Atticus Review, Whiskey Island, Guernica, The Main Street Rag, and Nine Mile Review among others.