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Babel to Babylon (and back again)


babel

babel (Photo credit: throgers)

 

from Babel to Babylon
and back again

towers of information
specialization
techno Babel

schism
a particle chamber annihilation
in one one trillionth of a second

what chance do we stand?
the powers that be have always been
and they will endure
they have their exit strategies well planned

but what about you or I?
are you tired of being herded into conformity
and seeing your children becoming cardboard cutouts?
don’t you see?
it’s starts with you or I

we must
must question why
and leave those questions in our children’s minds

it’s easy to fall in a comfortable dogma
but these dogmas no longer serve the day
they call it evolution for a reason
and what has always worked before
may lead to our extinction

think

 

Gather Ye Green Buds with apologies to R. Herrick


anti fascism graffiti

anti fascism graffiti (Photo credit: wallstalking.org)

Gather ye green buds while ye may
And soon ye shall be flying
The fools that bar thee will find dismay
In all that they’ve been lying

The glorious torch that lights the bong
The higher we’ll be getting
And gladly sing this mirthful song
Tis fascist rules a-setting

That bud is best which is the first
Just ask the ganja farmer
But being toked as heads are versed
Brings memories that much warmer

Then be not shy, but use your pipes
for occasions that are merry
let the fascist’s take their swipes
and prey they do not tarry

12.20.20..12

Reading of my Herrick Bastardization

Hippie Eupocalypse – T – 32 Hours


Hamster fishing

Hamster fishing (Photo credit: The Shifted Librarian)

 

This may be the last time I write in a human form.
The day of the Hamster Ascension is upon us and when
you see me next I may be a 400 pound white hamster.
I eat crackers, not because I have to but because I
like them.

We are entering a 3 day randomization wave that will
cause many hierarchies to shuffle and you may find
yourself reading meters for Columbia Gas in a suburb
of Columbus, Ohio.  Or find that you’ve turned into
a FOOD – LODGING exit sign on the highhway.

I howver planned ahead and asked Gumbytron for
intercession that I become a 400 pound white hamster.

DO NOT PANIC!

All universal IP addresses have been logged prior to
the randomozation, and if you can’t handle your new
assignement, you can follow the tinmeline you were
on for a small monthly fee which will be added to
your cable bill.

Those wishing to continue on with the new protocol
will have the opportunity to see what the new
technology brought to you by Burnt Hamster is
really capable of.

Set you sights on hyperevolutionary transformations!

 

what do you call a man?
who doesn’t breathe in what he believes?
what do you call a woman?
whose days are spent with timely thieves?

what are we doing?
really
writing all this nonsense
none will read,
and those who do
have agendas of their own

i have an agenda
a simple one
leave me and mine alone
we have no quarrel with you
no matter how we disagree

your system breeds more of us
than it can imprison
or kill in pointless wars
you can’t poison our babies with your GMOs
cause we are getting wise to who and what you are

so pick a spot
how many of you are there?
i think not as many as you would like to believe
you’ll find yourselves on an island
gold to make the Inca drool
but who will do your bidding now?

 

villainy


Candles

Candles (Photo credit: magnuscanis)

 

 

villainy
robbed of innocence
robbed of life
yet you play among the blood and rubble
looking for a respite from this unrecognizable world

they light candles
for the chosen’s dead,
who will light a candle for your youth?
who will walk among the ruins

 

of your neighborhood
and take up the cross to rebuild your dreams?

who will take the fight
to the armies of incredulity
that line the Mall?

you do not count
“you” are not like “us”
we do not have to mourn your dead
we have individually wrapped slices of cheese
and guns of our own
do not tread on us
for we are the dreadnought
the juggernaut
we have no time for you

do not ask us how we find the time
to grieve for our own

 

ease in


Hockey hockey hockey!

 

ease yourself in,
dip one toe,
feel the water…

ease into complacency
and join the rest of them
be happy chasing greenbacks
and playing Fantasy Hockey

drink a lot of beer

 

you know it’s only a latency,
you’re one of them,
you can fade like a flower of obscurity
obscure beauty
a sardine in a tin can

peel back the foil
and drain all the oil
packed in in tenements and suburbs
you’ll make fine appetizers

for the hungry gods you serve…

 

Mantucky Dreams


carousel_09343

carousel_09343 (Photo credit: original_MikZ)

transitory hallucinations and double indemnity fantasies
permeate the cracked edges of Mantucky Park .
condolences to the padre, they padlocked the confessional
and now he’s on the street harassing passersby

two crackheads stop to hear him absolve a homeless drunk
and ask him if he has any money
he laughs and waves them away

the meters along Main Street run backward fast

the parking Nazi pulls out her ticket pad
in anticipation of red flags popping up like poppies
to the music of the Carousel repeating in the distancethe Greek slings his Tadziki and Falafel near the corner,
his line of customers often three or four deep.
seems like the only thing recognizable as food
beneath the Christmas lights

there used to be trolleys
running the length of Main
but they were all pulled up long ago
a lot of the buildings still stand
they make a feeble attempt at a downtown

just a husk,
the Gazebo in the park is lost in ghost whispers
of yesterday

a panel truck makes a delivery at the Mechanics Bank
like it has every day for the last forty of fifty years
some things don’t change

there used to be two Coney Islands downtown
a paradox that no one seemed to notice in Mantucky growing up
we believed we were immortal
would do anything, try anything for a good time
in Jimmy’s Lounge at 16 and 17
eating and drinking whatever came our way

just husks, now, like downtown
seed all shriveled up and dry and blown across the wind
seeing the promise
(more like the lie that we believed)
in younger eyes

how would they know?
no one talks about it any more
let them keep their dreams
while they last

to dream again
and not soak our livers
in rivers of whiskey and drugs

to breathe again
like taking the a breath in cold December

if only…

you


a new poem

 

you
with that amorphous grin
like the fuzzy channels on TV
what?
can’t hear that through the haze
a hamster running in a maze

you
with that cherished malice
like the silence of the Lamb
on this subject?
haven’t got the stomach for it
too late to forgive or forget

you
with those crocodile tears
like the last man hanging on the mantle
where art thou?
doesn’t in the least bit matter
seek another God to flatter

12.08.20..12

 

Reading on SoundCloud

 

Lamb

Lamb (Photo credit: freefotouk)

 

find the voice


find the voice?

when i find the Voice
to tell my story
to the clouds that crowd my skies

they will laugh at first
(perhaps even roar)
and gird themselves in heaves and sighs

they’ll laugh so hard
that tears will fall
but when they finally realize

there was no Voice
there was no ‘i’
and that’s their dark surprise

12.03.20..12

original

when i find my Voice
to tell my story
to the clouds that crowd my skies

they will laugh at first
(perhaps roar)
and gird themselves in heaves and sighs

they’ll laugh so hard
that tears will fall
but when they finally realize

there was no Voice
there was no ‘i’
and that’s the greatest surprise

12.03.20..12
Stevemas Day

from here to fatuity


from here to fatuity
there there Mary
it’s alright
all you can eat
on every fucking corner
shouldn’t get you down

it’s fucked
i know
but hey
we have each other

the children
well they should be
grown (groan)

i think

12.06.20..12

Pathetic Phallus i.e. other forms of shrinkage


Pathetic Phallus i.e.
other forms of shrinkage

there are days you feel like shrinking
and days that you’re already shrunk

there are days you spend a drinking
and days you wake already drunk

there are days you run for cover
to put up shelter from the storm

there are days that you don’t bother
and think of only staying warm

you shrink from Life
you shrink from Death
you shrink from even trying

you hide your chips
and stack your cheese
from eyes you feel a prying

shrinkage seems to be your natural state
evaporation, lying
you’ve given up on tempting Fate –
capitulation, dying

you think you’ll shrink?
to nothingness?
you think that it’ll work?

methinks you’ll find
that shrinkage sucks
you worthless fucking jerk

12.03.20..12