Force Fed

Sometimes, one can't help but feel that there exists some secret "canon" of contemporary, acceptable subject matter in our media, and literature. This feeling fueled the following poem.

Ubiquity

Scan a sentence,
in a paper, or magazine.
I bet you’ll find the word,
ubiquitous.
You could argue that,
for the moment,
it’s become Auto logical,
like ‘pencil sharpener’ in Spanish.


Sacapunta,
to make a point.

Ubiquitous, has become
ubiquitous.
Elite emissaries of grammar
must convene at undisclosed locations
to select the pre-eminent words
in American vocabulary every year.
the media gets the list and through
their use, the words trickle down,
like literary viral marketing.
Hence, ubiquitous.
Emissaries of poetry
must meet mysteriously as well,
in torch lit rooms,
cloaked figures with exaggerated
shadows, electing topics
like Whitman, Cancer, the Holocaust
and personal tragedy
as the most worthy, of our attention.