Above the surf a cave waits,
listening as the world pounds on,
oblivious.
Tens of thousands of years
preparing for a collapse
to be set free.
Time passing, calendar pages
measured in the granite of eons.
love is like this.
MDurfee
2/272026
ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE FOR ALL MEN
Above the surf a cave waits,
listening as the world pounds on,
oblivious.
Tens of thousands of years
preparing for a collapse
to be set free.
Time passing, calendar pages
measured in the granite of eons.
love is like this.
MDurfee
2/272026
The new poetry is at the end, keeping
to the time line and all. I have long been thinking about cause and effect. Everything
we have seen with our eyes, heard with our ears. How has the emergence of Post
WWII society come to be this. Therefore the name of this is…if I missed
something please let me know…we have seen many significant events.
WHO HAS THE RIGHT TO PTSD
1940s
1950s
1960s
1970s
1980s
1990s
· 1992 — LA uprisings after Rodney King verdict
· 1993 --- CHANGING OF THE GUARD BILL CLINTON 1st BOOMER PRESIDENT
2000s
2010s
2020s
2026 —
50 flights
to the phallus peak where Washington reigns,
Mary’s little flakes, with hoods as white as snow,
stood down and stood by while waiting
for that shipment of government camo.
The shit is here…now.
No longer a that but a this,
regardless puss;
we trained for war when we were kids
we trained for war when we were kids
we trained for war when we were kids
I live my life, in caves, houses, mansions
(multiples, cuz ya,know, I can son),
highest of higher risers
and now the epitome calls
To the be alls ends alls
I am living my life digitally.
Computer literacy;
don’t need nomore printed page
or mind teasing mysteries.
This is it, I done
been outmoded:
I HAVE TRANSCODED.
MDurfee
1/28/26
We the billions of souls on the planet,
not manipulating markets
and planning trips to St Moritz,
are the seas. Treading water,
attempting to survive, praying
(just as taught)
to swim to some hoped for “better place.”
There used to be a promise,
a dream of life earned, safe.
But there has always been owners
and the rest, us...
That upward dream drowned in calm seas
where our dying is still not hard to accomplish
or very notable.
And when they own all of the carbon,
burn through all of the forests,
flood the valleys of the mountains;
they will have finally finished
establishing their islands
in high, dry and isolated
separation from the
seas.
We, the sea, live to provide so we can survive.
Labor, entertainment, pleasure, service
until the algorithm finishes
taking our measure…
entering on the sand washed up from the sea,
they have me build a wall so they won’t see
AI has learned is here now, replacing me.
MDurfee
1/19/2026