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
presently constituted...
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...
so indulge
in hope
answer their prayers
we can choose
not to see sometimes,
as we sometimes do,
that they are simply
much much
higher than me,
much much
higher than you...
EJR ©
We might wonder what makes the mighty few so special ... maybe power and authority is all about being defensive.. love your political verse.
ReplyDeletetraffic laws, walls, planes, circles and gates...damn, you're probably right...
DeleteFuck the 1%; absolutely loved this proletarian rant, this Beat ballad, this muffled battle cry disguised as disgust, this sarcasm slathered over the inevitability of Congress & justice bought, democracy in the alley with its pants down being sodomized by lobbyists, by liberty having her dress thrown over her head nearly extinguishing her flame; guess I just dug what you put out there.
ReplyDeleteit's difficult not to howl from the rafters...or conversely, give in to my base instincts and selfish inclinations...so mostly I self deprecate the poems and wear a velvet sense of silly sarcasm instead...some folks might realize time, as progress, began to stop for most of us after 1980...thanks for dropping in...
DeleteNice to know that in this world of politically correct, the spirit of the Beat poets still rant on. We get so numbed to injustice, to being the ones being injusticed, we just sit back and plug our ears and watch vapid reruns on tv to hide a bit from the real. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura
ReplyDeleteYou highlighted one of the big issue of the Western world in a powerful manner. We used to think we could change things and at least make this place a better world. it is beginning to be very hard to believe it.
ReplyDeleteI admire the rant on the ills of our world today ~ I sometimes wonder if we will ever find a way to solve the mess we are in ~ But then again we live in a nation of control freaks ~
ReplyDeleteugh.. the mighty ones... they're not in an easy position and some - instead of using their power to change things fall into all sorts of traps..
ReplyDeletewhen the density of people exceeds the size of a community where everyone is important to survive, things go down hill quickly.
ReplyDeleteExcellent rant. How those in power - of whatever ilk - soon loose their humanity (and gain an inflated ego).
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Ah yes.. the lantern is within.. not a guiding ship of powered lore.. to wield lighthouses of fear.. and abUNDING MATERIALS collected galore.. or to withhold the fruits of loins.. to only those with.. the rice to pay.. for what once is.. just another animal.. set free.. to be ME.. shining the only light that counts.. in SELF AND OTHERS empowering strength.. lOVE.. and FREEDOM..:)
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