I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
February 9, 2016
acme toy company
acme toy company
so what if christianity and its ilk
are another cult of power
the light bringers said would be sown
throughout our histories...
to live here, one must be
a cyclical repeat offending artist thief...
irony in the lsd
we know what
our current world
is all about
holding back knowledge
tremendous disparity in wealth
certifiable realities, licenses to kill
all the money has
some blood on it
and there isn't much
we're ably able to do
until these lemming
and wildebeest sledgehammer
safe and secure destiny kicks
run their courses
and of course they do
usually when
satire is needed
to see the way...
we become toys
mostly, one use
disposable paper persona
yes, momentum might be
what our mass is, times velocity
but a generosity of spirit
can only lift our bones
so many times
from this cartoon
factory floor
were-humans
once bitten
need more
hamster
wheel
re-running
this is me, limiting expression
by putting too many words in this poem
this is me limiting expression
by putting too many words in this poem
EJR ©
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