Reclusion Poem by DM W

I long to be tied like
An umbilical cord
Of pure gold
To nourishing nature.

I'm cut off from this wanton world
Of cut price souvenirs; I'm a man
Out of time and out of season.
I'm okay with being ostracized by oafs.
I'm satisfied with my small plot of land.

I reject society's subtle systems of control.
I reject its banal optimism.
I reject its hollow idols.

It breeds asinine monsters.
It kills creativity.