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The Innocence of Ice

A stream of conscious poem

By SYCO Published about 11 hours ago 2 min read

Bounty hunters are seldom in search of paper towels

Satire should never be impossible

Everything mundane has been painted with suspicion and terror

When the king is vicious and ignorant and greedy and vulgar

The land grows foul and inhospitable

The guardian of health and sanity is sick and insane

The guardian of security is insecure and confused

The guardian of wealth is full of feckless, fraudulent schemes

The guardian of education is illiterate and fraternizes with people who play wrestlers on television

The most authentic, sincere quality of the second in command is his eye makeup

No couch wants to be alone with him

Ice used to be a means of preventing rot

Ice used to be a precondition for the possibility of laughing sport

Ice used to turn a tepid glass of syrup into a blessed refreshment

Ice used to be clean and cold and coveted by sweltering souls

Ice used to have elegant, transparent geometry

Dangerous ice used to be a description of bad weather

Easily made harmless by a little sand or salt

Ugly and irrational are these, our long days

Altruists are slain and then insulted and defamed by mountebanks

What kind of sadistic, schizoid, suicidal soldier enjoys harming a nurse?

If you cannot be a good host to a desperate stranger

What kind of guest will you be?

No one can tell the difference between reality and television

An apprentice is someone who doesn't know what they are doing

A set is an incubator of hypnotic lies

Cabinets should contain things worth keeping

It takes the antithesis of stable genius to bankrupt multiple casinos

Shouldn't a model be worth emulating?

It takes some perverse prestidigitation to feign opposition

To an elite cabal of sex criminals

Just after you renew your membership therein

To avoid losing track of the text chain that catalogues its crimes

To which you are a regular, braggadocious contributor

Evil is making a hobby of defiling innocence

Hell has the aesthetic sophistication of a golden toilet

Power should only be granted to those who do not crave it

Because the rest of us decide that they deserve it

Given their wisdom, or their courage, or their temperance, or their urgent appetite for justice

If you cannot find a nation on a map, you should not have the means to invade or rule it

If you would rather be named war than defense, you relish murder

Protecting others counts for nothing if you find weapons arousing

Names ought to lose meaning and merit when they decorate dice and coasters

Let us restore the innocence of ice

Let us elect servants, not masters

Let us love organic intelligence

Let us seek a day devoid of crisis

A time when we can stop and think

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About the Creator

SYCO

I write about emotions, society, and the quiet truths we learn while growing up. Words are my way of making sense of the world.

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