The Baby Boomers post WWII generation
first of TV “commercials” and public service
news operations (as condition of three network
monopoly of the public air waves for them)
while we all had to just sit there thru ad men
paying for it all so small wonder so many got
so angry while others keep telling us over and
over again it’s always been this way when no-
thing ever is the same most especially in this
split screen world existence stripped of that
visceral scent, smell, but most of all of touch
which, of course, is why we “feel” e-motions
that envelope us in sensitive skin of our social
relations of our dear loves and, naturally, too
of our vicious hate all there but only in proper
context for a reason for an underlying great plot
this subconscious, this meta-narrative and even
this Cult of Redemptive Violence turned in upon
itself by the very glob-all-ization of everything
always its greatest tool this is so, so existential
this life, this death out producing the “enemy”
just in order and by order more bodies to wear
the armor and carry the weapons when the war
was lost for the want of nail, all hands on deck
every being in action and no time for fun intra-
mural relaxation every stroke aimed at a seed
while every orgasm must be for effect assume
the missionary position and work, work, work
until the day is finally done work, work, work
until the clock has run and, yes work, work, work
at what really, truly ought to, should be just fun.


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.