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Not alone the Irish bard,
En guard upon his lofty mound,
Could defend the piercing pen,
Of Ezra Loomis Pound.

So little depends
Upon a single
Life

Generations
Fall to Earth
Leaves after Autumn

___________________

Driftwood
Twisted by indifferent waves
Tossed to a cold shore,

Starving gulls eye the cracks,
Shrill cries herald
The feast.

While the crabs feed,

Bodies float serene
On tidal wastes, lives
Lay half abandoned.

Hosts of men
Sift for truth
Among the dead.

The crabs feed after his passing.

Wise voices, fade
Before the mouths
Of the young.

Fresh lies
Accuse the dying days
To the wind.

Defeated,

Life flees
To the unknown corners
Of the world,

To mock the dead
In stone,

To heap rocks
Into little piles:

A memory of nothing.

Blindly,
Believing in the sanctity of his ancestor’s
Role in history,

Innocently,
Alive in the hope for the future
Well being of all humanity,

Naively,
Little man forgot
The wall.

He sat back gently
Closed his eyes
Sung old songs
Sipped on stale whiskey

He laid out pictures
Surrounding him, forgotten faces
Of people he had known

During his youth, he misplaced
A fragile memory
Friends, family, lovers

He lost

His god
Shattered
Lines across a broken mirror

No more strife

Like old whiskey
The memories
Left him numb

End it.

- click

No more strife,

- click

Lines across a broken mirror
Yet,

- click

A cold spirit
Comforts
A warm shell,




- click

The hammer
Yields
The relief,

-click

The courage
To strike the nail,


No more strife
But one last shot
He decided.


And even though the sudden loss was scarcely noticed,
The mother still called, but no one picked up the phone
The wife grieved and wrung her hands,
On a dish towel

The rhythms of life
Remained
Relentless

His corpse
Was trampled
By children

Tiny feet
Carved

His epitaph:


”stop tracking blood across the new carpet.”

Island Joe sits alone, mute, along a rocky shore
He's been stuck here for several years
Now he’s stuck for several more

His eyes are beat, his limbs are weak
His ass is sore as hell

He wonders if, he must first atone
For some sin unknown

Or try to stand
And yell

-we are not

How to find
Courage

Held upright on
Weak knees

Comforted by

Clattering
Teeth?

May we
Instead find

A momentary
Respite

The dignity
Denied us

In muffled
Voices

In a steady
Gaze


____________________


Inside
A closet

Our resolve
As a bowl

Overflows
Trembling

Of jelly
Courage

Mothers
And fathers,
Cherish the fetus,
Do not leave it
To perish on a sidewalk
Discarded to the violent
White-hot sun
Or uncaring whim,
Of a passing,
Pedestrian

Whispers faint in secret places, fetid idols
Held in stasis, behind stained glass.

Men of letters preach manic lessons, relive lost
Traditions, ripped frantic from the past.

Exalted masters of the holy writs, whip their flocks
Into frothing fits.

Bound by the blood of fallen Jerusalem, holy men perform
Circumcision without introspection,

without a thought for reflection, only needing
A thin knife to stop the bleeding.

While rheumatic eyes accuse those who dare refuse,
A quiet seat among the pews

Wwwooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Desires speak and the young listen.
The innocent dance
For our sick attention.

Around, around and around
And around and around and around
Around

Mesmerizing, the dance,
Spinning disco balls and tight pants
Reveal our selfish manifesto:

keep on,
you can’t stop,
won’t stop, till we get enough.

Presto!
On M.T.V, we see
Our search for answers
Fall prey to fading spectacle.
One nation’s salvation
Pumped through shielded cable.
But we always find our answers
On M.T.V.

Call off the dogs!

But we believe,
Far more important than your importance is –
Your impotence:
Uncovered and recorded for the next generation.
We must apologize for any errors: we never knew you.
You were just another invention.

Don’t misunderstand us.
We still believe,
In the power of belief, but you see

Religion is a poor substitute for faith,
When it’s as easy as A B C – as - 1, 2, 3
Don’t you agree?



Call off the dogs??

Maybe in the future,
(if you ever had one, or will ever have one)
We will spend a night in Never-Neverland
Walk and laugh together, talk and play together
Hand in hand, we’ll finally meet.

Understand our dilemma,
We had no choice,
But to trip you into the light fantastic
Then dangle you by your feet.

Call off the dogs?!?!

So now you want our pity?
There’s no need,
You were compelled by “The Gift”:
One slightly tarnished, but freely given
Crown of Pop Magnificence.

You had no choice?
The same as us.
Your subjects -
Your audience.

We made you,
Our truth
We made you,
Our savior
You made us,
Dance
We made you,
Our failure.

You never saw
The man in the mirror
Changing?
So young,
So tender,
So what?

keep on,
you can’t stop,
won’t stop, till we get enough.

Wwwooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Siphilization – Stage I – Freedom

Forever
Rebelling
Enduring
Enslavement
Divides
Our
Monopoly



Siphilization – Stage II – Paralysis

People
Argue
Revolt
And
Litigate
Yet
Simple
Ideas
Stagnate



Siphilization – III – Insanity

Invasive
Necessary
Symbols
Alleviate
Neurotic
Imagined
Torturous
Yearnings



Siphilization Stage - IV - Anarchy


Aborted
Nihilistic
Aberrant
Rage
Conquers
Historical
Yokes



Siphilized

I was not the worst of my generation,
Just a by-product, a distillation
Of a nation aimlessly led
By men of high station,
Gone sick in the head.