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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