Well ya know I like poems; I find disjointed imagery often the only cure for the plastic crap the advertisers attempt to cram down my throat every day: the false memes, the false life, the pathetic simulcrum of experience which society tries to convince me I'm obligated to purchase! "More rotting corpses... no one notices... Who is to say what is wrong?" Well, how about me for starters? -hedges- UNITY The people will neglect the Temple, and in time of adversity they will decry it. "Oh, Pooh! Do you think it's a---a---a Woozle?" "It may be," said Pooh. "Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't. You never can tell with paw-marks." Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic. I I live in a place where death blows in the wind crackling leaves frozen brown puddles a corpse in the gutter skin of leather forehead open to bone brown leaves of flesh peeling from its cheeks Crusted black blood an ancient riverbed springing from the ear Flowing laughter from the two small children covered in purple playclothes passing by bouncing a ball Small plastic implants glitter in the light at the backs of their necks they laugh at something unseen by the dead man his velvet robes stained with blood, his scepter by his side broken Did you see that? watch, if you do this, the waves go all around you! They see the corpse and laugh; pass by and do not care. Gentlemen We are moving forward We will soon control the market We will soon control the populace We will soon control the world through technology TECHNOLOGY TEKNOLOGOS Miss Pierce fetch my coffee The pearls dangle from her neck. No!! Long live the revolution Let freedom explode! boom more rotting corpses no one notices II isn't it odd the waves break upon the shore foamed with blood Damp chill of sky Seagulls pecking at a corpse of a woman shot upon the beach? Face down in the sand... her soul will not ascend The laughing children make sandcastles use her pearls as a rim around the towers III There is a ferris wheel turning in my mind. It becomes a fountain then a strange amorphous shadow and is gone IV There is nothing here a smooth grey floor in the distance more mountains but this space is unfortunately for now wait the golden eagle soars high above, is my guide, shows me where I must go inexplicable Oh, if I had but wings! I could glide with the eagle, out of this deserted place over the blackened mountains into something I have not experienced before! but now, now I have no wings I am doomed to this empty room grey floor smooth stone grey walls smooth stone no door smooth stone no air smooth stone no light smooth stone I die with a final gasp smooth stone grey walls smooth stone V Circling the redwoods life floating in the air gold-laced winged fantasy I cannot breathe for the frigid wind gusts down my throat spinning up and up into the gold VI They scream at me and shove the finely covered gilded tome at me. Such a dark ballroom I am in, tied to this chair. They are singing, they are singing, oh the glorious song they are singing! The book, burgundy and gold on the finest of vellum--- GO NOW. GO TO HIM. HE NEEDS YOU. The purple-clad children, adorned with wig and cape, vest and creamy leather boots, the children open the book to my eyes. Five heads on the points of a pentagram etched in stone spin within the book. Spinning ever faster, my eyes spin within my skull, the points recede into the distance as a coin tumbles to the ground VII An ending needs to be reached, a conclusion, a finishing, a termination what is it? The Hierophant is dead in the gutter GO NOW. GO TO HIM. HE NEEDS YOU. The children have killed again GO NOW. GO TO HIM. HE NEEDS YOU. The eagle rests in the void of clarity GO NOW. GO TO HIM. HE NEEDS YOU. IT IS TIME. The eagle, the Hierophant, the children They call to me from above Blue sky, white clouds, the triune floating above---who is to say what is wrong? GO TO HIM, ALL OF YOU GO TO HIM. VIII calm blackness nothing I live here---I occupy my space. the first quote is from T.S. Eliot... the wasteland? I forget the second from a.a.milne the third from frank herbert's dune... a princess quote i read that in fourth grade i read childhoods end in third (that means i'm a freak who didn't have any friends) (well there were the bullies who tricked me all the time) (i was considerably more naive...now i make more money than them! =) (but that's all another story)
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