audio opensource_audio Capitalistic Empires February 21, 2001 By ~EJTower. In the capitalistic empires of the night I am wandering through a fog Of neon lights and corporate logos. Keenly I step around racks Of name brand items and Through the stacks of coffee pushing bookstores. In this concrete jungle, I am Unable to navigate to any meaning. Searching, I am unable to find you. Where have you gone Walt Whitman? I feel your urges but lack your spirit, I am searching and wandering but I am lost in this world. Where are those stars you starred at in perfect silence? Where are my steamboats? Where are my rivers? O’Captain, My Captain, Were you swallowed by the fascist state? Pushed into a Black Ford Van By men in business suits? Did you sound your barbaric yawlp Too close to their glass high raises? Did your words break their windows? Did they have you erased, These men of Skull and Bones? Did your thoughts threaten their reign? I am convinced now, Walt Whitman, They stole away your thoughts and ideas And sold them back to us as convenience-store commodities. But your soul still moves, freely Drifting from town to town, On the wind. You cut through the fog. And I feel you there, Walt Whitman, Blowing free through my overcoat. Your presence comforts me on my journey. I am the wandering poet in the Wastes of these; our neighborhoods. I am the glitch in the Machine. Poem; Poetry; Spoken; audio EJTower http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ Ejtower-Poem-CapitalisticEmpires ericjtower@gmail.com 2007-05-31 04:01:56 2007-05-31 04:02:54