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| photo courtesy of U.S. Forestry Service |
when they peddle, pin cushion aster
poly-phonicus, hold your breathe baby
(why the process of scent
bloom always matters)
you say this is what you overheard
at the tent quiet dark edge of town
"...with these flowers we
will sell to you
the tangible procurements
from lives of crime
without having to risk
your own necks
we peddle Shirley
Jacksonian hope methodologies
metal dust specked with
machines of the stamen
they are tiny metals,
petal antennae
they want to know what
smells good to you..."
"...seeking answers to
questions not yet asked
they are vined to the
organic molecular substrate
replication mechanics
inside cultured intelligence
gears and solid outer
laminates protect
the arterial-less plasma
interchange..."
"...this transport system of
applied chemical nano-agents
allows the host to
respond more adaptively
to programming intent and
consequences
cross intended stimuli
are no longer
a paradox seeking
emotional heaven
there is a fail-safe
option
if you are not satisfied
with the returns
from your purchased
shares..."
"...a permanent paralysis
at the hands of the
sweetest
smell one can imagine
caught into waking, a
wading sheep
smiling, grazing
blissfully deep
sent away to the insides
of these farms
that are virtual
assumptions
that are hard to see
outside the written world..."
"...and we are chock full
of organ donor farms
we aim to satisfy
the blood thirst
of every colony
and its marauder
we take great pleasure
serving all of you
with our operations and
top quality insurance plans
we keep the price safety
of your investment secure
as we are confident
in our being able to supply
the finest grade
third rock from
the little yellow star
original sin meat toys..."
"...all you extraterrestrials
who never had a body and
were always parasites to
host
all you viral
contaminants
still must want to know
what a luxury, the taste
of a controllable
humanity, is
painted to the images
of their angels, demons,
declarations of love and war
bibles..."
you seem so excited to go back
as if you were Clarice Starling
finally able to rescue the lambs
well then, baby
please be careful
if you venture there
it will be full
of fascist underpinnings
rocket propelled grenades
shell corners of
buildings
ghosts in ashen time
it will no longer remind you
why we milled once
with reason to know
each other well enough
not to arm our ideological
differences
we are the many eyes
of civil class fragmentation
we are roses now
bottom feeding
the dreams here
simple to overhanged reach
the wind knows we play
lotteries
why we chance for stone
and any end we can
any concussive language
upgrade from silence
to learn another
way of expressing love
perhaps, that is
the only thing
that matters
so hush my little baby
don’t say a word
the songs you remember
are the mockingbird’s
and even if all the
diamonds
are but squeezed coal
remember my baby
to hang onto your soul
EJR ©
Thank You... : ^ )
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