listening
in the reeds to the funeral parade of America
slow
whisper time
some
may say it’s gravity
spun
into tides
wobble
fantasy and
the
jaunty mechanics
of
carnival rides
but
I just keep walking
down
the street
gutter
fantasy at my feet
stop
to stare
at
the sewer grate
tennis
ball, bottle caps
and
small coins
it
is getting harder
and
harder to make eye contact
with
the living dead
that
passes itself off
as
citizens, like the long tongues
of
the aardvark
these
cities’ denizens scream
for
Summer to be over
so
that there is no reason
to
be outside their
chem-trail
fairy tales
and
the rise of hidden cancers
like
soulless cellular breakdown
pop
culture calls them zombies
but
we know when humanity
is
bleeding from living corpses
when
we see them
their
end-trail philosophies
wielded
as an ax
of
compartmentalization
and
the beauty of raw soul
like
the Snow Princess
and
the drops of blood
on
the white embroidery
blinding jealousy binding
as
if whirring rust and grease
are
the symphonies of
a kept still constancy
here
in this great torched
land of liberty
this
burning
admission of freedom
the great Mother
has been replaced
by taut skin
and fear
filled
televised salt-dried rinds
that
wants you never looking
beyond
the curtained reason
you've been sold
that gold covered life
insured to the glory
of somewhere else
not here
here
you keep quiet for Heaven
and keep waiting
as
a ripened salvation
you can cling to
and
cover yourself with
when you die
all
this material
is hollowness as bliss
we find ourselves
too late sometimes
when
we are drying ourselves
so
as not to make a mess
but
I break the glass parts
of
my remaining awe
and
wonder anyways
to cut myself
to taste my life bleeding
and to say no thank you
and to keep walking towards
any
woods I can
listening
ever listening
for
Pan’s pipes
and
the sweet chortle
of
the nymphs
in
the grotto
because
there is no other place
for
my limbless insanity
to go to fly and swim
and
be inside myself
as
the future only wishes
while right now still listens
EJR
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VERY well-said, compelling stuff. :)
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