Poezja

Taking refuge behind talking silicon and celluloid curtains
Maya Black Hand Magic
preaching fearsome flying monkey propaganda
A billion of little squirming insect legs
supporting an unbalanced body headed by a vermin shout

Subhuman and grotesque a metamorphosis
garishly Kafkaesque
Chord pulled mid show
vociferous thunder of fable and speech reduced
to mere parrot squawk and caged ferret squeak
Revealed as an old wort nosed miser
the self bold wizard grown withered and weak

Fritz Lang's silent
horror
Frankensteined into a living Franchise
Metropolis Machine
nightmare reality
Mortal spawn of man's eternal enemy
Delivered unto
earth through the
collective uterus gateway

who sent you?
Which planet are you from?
What is your design for us us!

You milk dry
the grass and stones of the earth
scrapping draining drilling the
bottoms of the sea
Baking bread out of blood to feed death's blind brood
grinding lonesome bone
'til there's nothing left
save the unsaved
spineless heap of
shriveled petroleum flesh

You've altered the
chemistry of the world!
Have attempted to mutate the genes of the entire species!
Converting spiritual manna into mechanical food
your new Augmented brood shall be the
apathetic androids of the future!

Rhetorical butcher
dissecting aphonia riddled tongues
wrapped in
warped newsprint paper
hung adrip silently bleeding
from your tinted and
tilted network
windows of obscuratism

You breathe bubonic smoke
your atrous peacock eyes are Argus's all seeing gallows.
your smile a
narcotic noose
Burnoose executioner
pulling the Populous trapdoor
setting the intellectual burning stake
Watching as we writhe
and perform the last-gasp waltz
of spasms and twitches on your stage
of morbid amusement

Beezlebub's host Sinister sommelier
Belial's Back room deliverer of
Satanic party favors
Broker of bandwagon propositions

Urging all to join the campaign
Join the campaign! Join the campaign!
No oath no pledge
only anemic ink spilt
on contracts of pyrite
Muses exploited for commercial use-
Political speeches Slogans of advertising
'where's the harm in making
a living off of the dead? '

'Life is short and often dull
inflation necessitates the
abandonment of artistic principle
'Integrity is but a myth of the poor'
'Ideals the imaginary playmates of children'
'The struggle to help man
is futile ritual
Hopeless Hari Kari '

'Why labor in the dirt
When you can enjoy
the smooth aristocratic embrace
of air conditioned leather recliners
Looking down upon the filth laden streets
from antiseptic lemon scented oak
of private fifth avenue corner
offices? '

Corporate America
you've made a thieve out of me!
promoting Al Capone Coca Cola and the Cowboys,
you are responsible for
birthing John Dillinger!

You killed MKG and MLK!
Christ you've
killed god! and
eradicated his angels through out the ages
You Killed Jack Kerouac!
Tupac Shakur! Socrates! Bob Marley!
Hart Crane! the Marx
Bros! Bruce Lee!
Jimi Hendrix! Percy Shelley! John Lennon!
You killed the Beatles!

And though today he is still alive and well
when the
sad fateful day arrives
it shall be you whom I hold responsible
for my father's death
You are responsible for the death of all our
fathers!

You demonized Mohammedan angels in pursuit of Allah!
You cast the world into your storybook of extremes!
Stormbound the senses with threats of
impending terror from all angles
of earth and sea
You've marketed ours
as the final age of biblical culmination
profiting from doomsday prophecy!

You've killed all the world's heroes!
Cleansed the race of its hope.

You thought you had killed poetry
Now we are writing
to let you know
it isn't so!

masked by progress and prosperity
your bloated moribund face
mirrors man's futility
Your assembly line agenda
attempts to
monopolize morality
condemning society to abide by
your creed of
commercial identity

You seem to believe you own the world
and all its inhabitants
keeping us tethered in mobile bondage
a modern anonymous
mass of wireless communicators
working in order to pay your bills

But the world belongs to us we belong to the world
you are simply a
passing figment of our collective imaginings

It's clear to me you are
nobody's dream
but a mushrooming man made
mausoleun nightmare
trapped in the warped twisted chambers
of cob webbed Caligula logic

Know one knows how we arrived to this point
Few seem to believe we
can turn back our coarse
Everyone seems to think you are as inevitable as death
yet not even death could be so cruel and inhumane

Life with you is just one swift circular succession of
passionate fucks and
innocent lays

By now I've worked over a dozen jobs
in my short life
and have
quit them all
I've seen too many good people
devoured alive
in your
kitchens delis and dining rooms
your cynical cannibalistic appetite
for the human heart is insatiable

Temporal fire of wounded
mortal vanity
and abandoned love
you charred the well intentioned dirt
with your fiery agenda
Leaving your name scorched
in the ash and
cinder of my poetry

Their will be no more self aggrandizing fables
celebrating your Cerberean glory
Future generations will see you
unmasked
as the menacing hound of hell
we the people we the poets will
make sure of it

I'll sabotage my own career
scare away any
prospective publishers
if that's what it takes
so be it
literary success is overrated anyway

I'm not one for conspiracy theories
but

if there is indeed a secret world wide shadow
organization
controlling the lives and
manipulating the thoughts of the masses
I want to force them out of their draconian lairs
I demand they step into the
public light
in order to silence me

I wish to die by strangulation
hung
from the hooks of their red right hand
My pen is truly suicidal!

Martyr for the cause of truth and beauty!

When will people wake up
and just stop caring?
when will we decide to just walk away from
this
nonsensical mode of false living?
Can't they see?
Its just us
we
invest all believe into creating
the constructs of our reality

Oh
Nunzio! Nunzio! Nunzio!
What foreign language did thou speak?
When you
spoke of the way
Did they not listen?
Not comprehend
hear nor read?

Did the board room brokers buy all stock
in truth and beauty?

Were all these virtues outsourced east?
How many centuries must man carry this blind burden of sad disillusioned eyes?

Mainstream
homogenization
identity sterilization
corporate castration
eunuch uniformity

Where are the balls!

This is not us! Is not our will!

Not how we want nor were meant to live!

Sympathetic smiles knowing
head nods
understanding were all in it together
suffering silently side by side

We all should be shouting!
This is not me! This is not my life! These are not my concerns!
But everyman's concern is everyman's concern
I am everyman and frankly I am over burdened

But I know I am
not one man fighting
the battle for seven billion
together we are the
infinite strong
and we are leading the battle against ourselves