Imagination Reclamation by MC Paul Barman

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Imagination Reclamation

If I sit with boredom, words come
I merge with the source I’m born from

Boredom rides sidecar like Enkidu
And each time he guides me, I’m like, “Thanka you”
Without boredom, what would I think or do?
Autopilot goes nowhere, sinks into a stinky stew
If I love you, I’ll call you
Not be like, “Here’s a new link for you”

Yo, how to do boredom
Let’s ask Ursula Nordstrom
George Foreman
The dudes from Fort Thunder
I dont mean to make you Google nobody

Energy ember
Neighbors like olfactory and memory center
It’s all coming back to me

I’m the Ezra Jack Keats of klezmer backbeats
and you can find me at the finish line at Elmhurst track meets

No longer a cortisol courtesan

The temporoparietal junction functions
to open a portal to endure societal horrors, and still survive it all
Tell your phone, “Step aside. Private call.”
‘Cause the machine reached so deep deep deep down the brain stem
it turned people to Rain Men. Friends, everyone. Pain blends
with pleasure til we abstain and retrain them chemicals.

I used to think drugs could only be plant-based
but now I see pills that you can’t taste.

Dystopian prognostication, a defense mechanism
Creating the world you want, starts from within

But I don't mean to further the cult of the individual
which has indefensibly turned adults invisible

Margaret Atwood, author of “Handmaid's Tale”
now teaches utopian thinking, and may scale

Keep your ear to the ground
The Earth is talkin to you
We hear sounds year-round
walkin with rock in your shoe

Keep your eyes on the heavens
Imagination rise from the essence
As eye contact dies, there’s a crisis of presence
But there’s a light in the distance
whalesong in the maelstrom
Echolocatin from our vital intestines

The fate of the world, it hangs in the balance.
Understanding, that’s the language of language

Sound is the compression of air
Our ears need protection and care

When you’ve gotta a lotta ‘too hot to touch’
dodgin all them spots causes do not do much

The price of boredom is truckin insane
We sacrifice organs to duckin the pain

It’s all right to feel bad
but we’re gonna pay for it if we push it down to our heel pad

Heartbroke
Cracked like a smart joke

Since day one, what I run away from, stays comin

Food’s good but hunger’s the prize
Word to the bags under my eyes
Let’s elope down a rope made of hundreds of ties

And then climb down the vintage ladder
At the bottom rung, the image splatter

Don’t talk to me about right brain
With my left brain, it’s side-chained

See you totally soon
I'm gonna give this a global detune

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