The will will not suffice in this case
Not in an age when the primo condition
Is wanting badly enough
Debate rages over the requirement of passion
Whether fanatical longing in a single category qualifies
Or alternatively every object of thought
Demands the utmost in unrelenting zeal
Exploding like a meth lab in Tennessee
That’s because when you look at history
When you look at the winners in history
The fiercest lions the tallest trees the loudest cicadas
All the others imagining they had a particle
Of that high-corona magnificence
And throw their credit cards into fictive wells
Wishing upon stars when they should pray
To galaxies black holes multiverses
Something really impressive like that
Show a little self-respect for God’s sake
And let wrath flourish upon the land
We’re talking mission critical here
Diametrical gestures to intimidate the herd
Sure but how many could you have done answer me that
Competition and what’s the point
Or rather what is a point am I right
All the data sets reset at worst
While as the Uber rounds the corner
In a portly celestial arc
Compliant to the omnipuissant app
Which brooks no complaint
No sound is heard of murmuring motherhood
Wayward girlhood damning priesthood or lively neighborhood
Not even gibbering apes slobbering over their papayas
Instead only the low sibilance of suggestiveness
Of unsubtle and salacious hints
An obnoxious diffidence of affect
Like little trembling larval forms
Or monstrous little imps
That skate away upon seething lakes of bitumen
Or writhing wounded who gouge at their festering faces
And hissing curse their fates for they know not whom to curse
Diminished and foreshortened by their amputations
Where there ought to be a mouth
Only this large grasshopper its spiracles heaving
Like the companionable serial ports of cyborg and chimera
Or kids trading nightmares via the organs of remote interaction
Along the yellow gutters and out into the restless thoroughfare
Other cars other motor scooters
Ornamented with flames and crucifixes and birds of prey
Trucks of UPS Amazon FedEx USPS and logoless locals
Borne back ceaselessly into
Their reflexive originating nodes
The folly of their native instincts
For show me a start and I’ll show you the start before the start
Or rather what appears as origin is in fact intersection
A hiatus of the first order or of the second or the third
Remove the braces that shored up the ruins
Or don’t bother they’ve almighty disappeared
You can slake your thirst
But you can’t quench I don’t know
Where religions draw their battle lines
Where bankers arm themselves with skillets
Laundresses drape their theatrical membranes
Athletes cast their laurels into the dust
And poets relinquish the exercise of will