|Stefan Lochner, Last Judgement, c. 1435 |
why I admire and worship the super rich and their myriad triads, conspiracies and mythologies
(aka an atlas shrugged parasite poem)
I do not aspire one iota to save this fucking world as
I keep imagining all its forms, misshapen to
perfection...humanity, especially mine, as a whole on a
sole, in a soul and sold as incapable derivative
speculation, the delicate gambles about natural selection
are why we make up holidays to suit and soothe us...
I enjoy soft serve Summer time
self destructive stupidity
and realizations of just how wide awake
in America you have to be, to be alive for any length of
time, prosperous beyond spirit and vine...
I am a random seeker for kicks, picking spectral wounds
on my skin working the working class gin mills...and they
all have a scent of their own...bad lighting and dilapidated
backs of buildings where john lennon(s) turn harpies
scavenging for heartbeats...
we used to watch in amazement when men went to the
Moon...we had no heroes we needed to watch in person
when the telescopes and microscopes said go forth to
multiply, build a church and we will come to love
being conquered wagers...
fruits of the virus are for thine is the
kingdom of more proliferation...angst be for the morally
stuck on should we or shouldn't we go fuck thee
self, paint a label on your mind and sit on an cellar shelf...
someday, someone soon
boondoggle bounty hunter
might buy into perspective
you bottle inside...
yet how can anyone ever know
your seeds and blooms
even the light of day
in your eyes when
you too often
keep your laughter
tied to beds in the dark...
never knowing is
the great underbelly vagaries
places to bleed wholly poured pure versions of you...
individuation...this is a nation of control freaks...
this world, this contaminate species is all about
subterfuge and never ending surrenders...
you might get it some day and though murder and waste
is not for everyone...not for most...not even for a few...the
chosen ones wield this as love even blessing it for us too...
answer their prayers
we can choose
not to see sometimes,
as we sometimes do,
that they are simply
higher than me,
higher than you...