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WORLD OUT OF ORDER
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I COME FROM PHILADELPHIA
Eastwood movies and Brazilian rainforests
struggling for imagery
out of the ordinary
grasping for fleeting passions and lusts
that endlessly cascade
thru the ruins
of Human Pompeii
The endless images of love and sterility
dashed across our TV screens
with the plain sight of death and rape
unholy terrors
searing the flesh
ripping apart
the heart of the animal
listening to the sound
of a world out of order
all these rationalizations—endless
eternity of perpetual
misconception
no one understands the utterances
on the other side
of the fence
the apolitical creativity is stifled
in this crazy world;
the words of Indian shamans
and South American hexes
heralded by angels
some chants
ceremonial dispatch
rhetoric of hectic mind control salesmen
(or women)
reverbing across an auditorium
filled with twits, fools,
assholes, morons
and me
Hear the demonic sounds of bells
and chimes ushering in
a new age of thought;
politically correct nonsense
that I simply
can not comprehend
at the brink
of Holocausts
and extermination
of indigenous races
and peoples
of certain moral fibers
but let the fires be raging
my eyes searing
the flesh
with scalpel vision
glancing tearing into skin
allowing real blood to burst out
Visionary poets were executed
by Attila the Hun
and Adolph Hitler
but madness persists
in rantings and ravings and other forms
of malcontence
Coincidental simultaneous catastrophe
crosses assault
into our conscious thought
with end in sight
to the world out of order
in love with the atom bomb
and sudden death
Books on Jefferson written by scholars
with little dissenting opinions
with little emphasis ever placed on
the words that Jefferson actually wrote
during his life—
with little grasp on truth
And who are we really trying to kid?
seems we’se lying
to ourselves
about any and every thing
with the deceit fi
exploding like Bastille Day
Warning signs all plastered
on light poles
and angry mobs storming
into the General Store
with nothing to lose
with nothing to gain
Fragile, inherently inclined to sink
into mulatto oblivion disaster
with minefield images
of sacrificed sons and daughters
crossing the tracks
all gone splat
Excellent misery shared by Dutch lovers
blissfully necking in a park
nibbling on ears
voice discontent
in the universe
and a quickie lay
to satisfy all ills
but never working out
industry faltering
religion perishing
Elect a new man
buy a new suit
for Heaven’s big gala
Never take an interest in poverty
souls splattered across
Time magazine cover
and big network TV news
filling us up with beliefs
and doctrinated decorum
Auto companies in a penny jar;
oil slicks in Alaska
tarnishing the pure tundra
and greasing up seals
torture occurring in each
and every section of the world
Furnished apartment with CD player
and microwave oven
Oprah on the screen and Phil in drag
but who’s watching?
and why is it all
going on like this?
With no other point of reference
I commence at the start—
that is
the point I’m at now
(as in YOU ARE HERE*)
the point I’m at now
Rock musicians and movie stars
doing war with AIDS
and top secret government types
at war with drugs
and the human soul
on the auction block
for the highest bidder
Badge to prove my identity
in this world out of order
with quasi kings and imitations
of statesmen (and women)
littering the governments
with Utopia again denied
Answers sought with in the soul
as conflicting words
are rung up on a computer
distorting the continuity
of our mind’s thoughts
until we spiral listlessly
thru passive oppression
No more martyrs or saints
to inspire or lead
or glorify
that’s all gone
in this new world
out of order
this new world long gone
out of order
in destruction of skyscrapers
left in abandoned warehouses
genocide of Aztecs and buffaloes
privately decaying
our spirts
11-7-92
