Impromp2: Conditioning

The symphonious rattle heard along

Every shut-up building, housing

Frigidity unnatural as contagion

Metaphorical conditioning  

More than just ether

From where do you think

All that coldness comes 

Creatures enveloped by their own

Digitized dramas unfolding 

Attention comfortably rapt

. . . . .

I enjoy writing in a free fashion, where choice and chance can merge into meaning. This is why the Impromp2 series of unedited work appeals to me. The idea for this poem came to me while I was sitting listening to the sounds of the neighbors’ AC units, buzzing away in the morning. To me, air conditioning is an addiction like any other, with far vaster implications, as the more it’s used, the more people think they need it; though, the addiction harms each and every one of us. There’s no denying this dependence has put a deadly, paradoxical flywheel in motion, where increasingly excessive amounts of energy must be burned (heat created) in order to keep people cool. Doing this will make the world hotter, which in turn will make people use AC more and more, until it’s impossible to go outside at all.