A Stream of Consciousness Poem:
eat your shattered dream cobbler, keep the machine in authority
when it begs for your firstborn's blood, act accordingly
don't raise hell when the orderlies tie you down and sacrifice you
to Quetzcoatl: the bearded God of the Aztecs we're as yet to find
your reason for existing, you are an existential clown entertained
by this shantytown, you're begging Mother Earth to pull her panties down
incestuous son of Isis--you like when she's bare & nude
you Oedipus Rex, Nero Jr., milfhunter in disguise
pulling the wool before our eyes, the mother you'd like to fuck
is virginal and holy, red-headed/hazel-eyed sister of Mary Magdalene
you have your alliances, you have your friends
you have the means to make amends with Monctezuma and his
shamanic militia, you sit by the window of oppurtunity eating
your broken mirror pie with 77 years of bad luck and a superstitious 3rd eye
dung flies feast on your dryed up flesh, a heroine-driven mound of man
looking foward to an early death, meth-lab explosions
blazing the trail to your eventful gravesite.
No doves cry for you, no tears to wipe your face with
just spam poetry slams and open mics for close-minded spoken
word artists that think: conformity is death, the Machine is death, death metal is death, hip-hop is death.
Gothic freethinkers that dwell in downtown DC sipping red essence
on cool summer nights, artistic hunter-gatherers.
All reinforcing the mantra of, I AM POETRY, I AM ZEN,
I am an arch-spirit, I am a spam poet-laureate, I am a
walking-talking mockumentary.
Sip my literary-fluid through straws, become
ever-fluent in the contemporary language of poetic [in]justice
big blue helium Sun evaporates your trail of tears
the nuclear winter starts a millenium early,
Mexico covered in atomic ash, a mixutre of Hiroshima and Brown Pride