GENUINE

GENUINE

“Oh this isn’t a copy, this is it.” The Freshman (1990) (dir: Andrew Bergman)
           

could it be
a hypocrisy

to think
of this poem
as “genuine”
whatever
     that means

written
in free verse
stolen from others

needing to
be “liberated” absolute
prerequisite?

and so
     the question arises
raising its hideous
beautiful head

what to do
     with the rules?

with Robert’s net
we have removed
             trying to
define
    our own trajectory
less travelled path

keeping it
                rich

right words in right places
worthy of keeping
in the Louvre

behind glass
genuine,
        unless
there is a copy
we know nothing about

THUS

THUS

cut and paste
cut and paste

photocopy the copy of the copy
how fuzzy and blurred
can the world
of your dream
you
new reality
actually become

no social political problem
that cannot be fixed

a jigsaw puzzle
where you
are a
piece whose
place is determined

from moment
of conception
to point
of delivery

you are product
and producer
construct and
consumer
endless cycles
within cycles

understand
accept
this is the picture
this is how
it captures

all
totalled and
accounted for
reshaped and
refigured, all
change
incidental

the system persists
persistence its meaning
we
are creatures of
stasis
continued continuity

there
is no
final, no beginning
no ultimate

this has it been
will it be

it has always been thus