The Future Has Poetry: “Poem (hive emoji flag mind)” by Ben Tripp

hive emoji flag mind

waking up virtue

no quality but in repetition


parasocial, brutal

efficiency, it is its own

counter-effect. The paradox

of tolerance, and the un-

tolerable, de facto exceptionalizing

horoscopes today read

simply “cut” and I rode the train

with caution, drafting apology

letters for later in my mind

already. I held up the tri-

angular roof, the what’s-it-called

large architectural feature you

sometimes see at ruins throughout Europe

Artemisian marketplace, political

meeting grounds, courthouse, granite

crowd, marble commons, you can

see through the top. Bird unchoreographed

final resting places in paintings

does lend some variety. Remote

fuels, for those in the know

a less affect boils forth

no lights, conserve electricity

major fan edit in the works

to fashion greater currency

whine of brakes or radiator hiss

overpowers teakettle

genuflection as organization

of the talent pool mirage generated by

excess, radiator pan, humidifying waters

four pounds absent like a song from

a CD that someone punched a little

perfect round hole in, which I saw

this righteous document in full sun

positively brimming with the revelation

for a walk with shortcut

the reflection you see of yourself

in the window glass inside once

it gets dark out can be unbearable

“Let’s enjoy this quail,” he says, as over-

standing it. Bribes on and within

the other side of the day, iron

aluminum parsed with bronze flecks

somewhat goblin

has rejection for breakfast

skips lunch, wants dinner after a

certain point if it can be brought

to them on a fine platter

what capitulation looks like

humanity rubs off on pets, while

all numbers ugly

feeling as if there are no more

values to any, of them, scouts

the celebrity class god

imports no lighter

if memory serves tag à la freeze

5th Avenue-esque pyramids and city walls

pharaoh’s tract of be attentive or

the highway user-generated

such deal report mascots

narrative, the unspoken

plausibly deniable symmetry

then simulation valid for others

traffic light endorphin save

included with the price

placebo representation equals

paralysis by fiat, the gap

vertical drama self-conclusive

“my apologies” surface tension

eye wallowing misunderstood always

slightly wrong, look what I have

edited into copy before a person

grace of aboutness hard-launching

she restored the painting with nothing

but sand and water, circle the wagons

I look again, the clock up in the tower

vehicle hub and docking system

across the water behind you

in one of the pictures you have sent

feel used, for everyday astronauts post-autocrat

meadows open with fragrance

while grocery stores beta test it

like coarse guacamole, to be firewatched

by some new intern publicity immersive

choose your own Camelot or pontiff

ten ten pushing luck, in the American

catfish, with the inertia of a ghost

a landline phone somewhere is chirping

a wristwatch is looked at, the time

is flickering in the gaze of a housecat

home remedy existence, the argued reality

serenity interval wherever possible

Ben Tripp is a writer and performer from Vermont based in Queens, NYC. His writing can be found via Brooklyn RailBOMBHyperallergicGuernicaFull-Stop Quarterly, and Gauss PDF. He was a finalist for the National Poetry Series in 2021 and received a City Artists’ Corps grant that same year. He blogs and archives work at benjamintripp.wordpress.com.

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