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# October 1, 2025
- URL: https://www.andyposner.org/too-much/
- Published: 2025-10-02T07:55:48.000Z
- Updated: 2026-07-18T20:57:44.000Z
- Description: I am awakened too early. I cannot be awake. The growl of my neighbor’s leaf-blower is what prehistoric man, cowering in his cave, cowered from. How do you forgive your neighbor?
- Author: Andy
- Tags: America on the Brink, Be The Change, poetry, #Migrated-1784090317409, #wp, #wp-post, #Import 2026-07-15 04:39

*after Frost & Auden*

"*America is under invasion from within*." - The Commander-in-Chief

I am awakened too early. I cannot be awake.  
The growl of my neighbor’s leaf-blower is what prehistoric man,  
cowering in his cave, cowered from.  
How do you forgive your neighbor?  
Golden Delicious apples are no longer golden nor delicious.  
Who dares say that *nature’s first green is gold*?  
I have a sense of sweet foreboding;  
my parents embrace their grandson, lingering.  
I take out the trash, wash my hair, earn a paycheck.  
What good does anything do?  
I will do good, I will do good, I will do good  
though cruel people hammer at my door.  
What is cruelty but cowardice dressed  
in a suit and tie, prattling from a lectern?  
I tear out my eardrums, watch seaweed kissing piles  
until the jetty sleeps in its bed of foam. I worship all  
that thrives in wreckage. I am a sail, beating to windward.  
I am backstage of Earth’s only theatre; my body is  
my only instrument. I am afraid. I pull back fear like a curtain.  
I am sublime, though the crowd boos and curses my very blood.  
Must we love the buzzards hungry for our meat, or die?