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Fulminate of Mercury (in retrograde)


Mercury And Spot

Mercury And Spot (Photo credit: makelessnoise)

Mercury in Retrograde just before I go on a Surprise Honeymoon.  Voter apathy
among sheeple with an appetite for clicking reward buttons.  Wach auf, Leute, wach auf!

Le Monde ne cesset pas, le monde de mon, n’est-ce pas?

A mighty big “IF” you are awake:

Forecastle:

Fulminate of Mercury

a flourish
a rise
a pause

celebratory gum fire on a cold, cold November Day
the sheeple ever sleepeth

the Steeple too steep to climb
Alms budsmen sprinkle lawns with seeds of Hope

a yawn
a whimper
a few lonely howls left

by the waking dread

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Spare Some Change


Drunk PIrate

Drunk PIrate (Photo credit: OpenThreads)

 

 

 

This is a poem I wrote at the height of the Occupy Wall Street movement in 2011.

 

To listen to my first reading on SoundCloud—->  <click here>

 

 

 

spare some change

wish i had a drink right now…

seems like a good spot,
30,000 people crowded into a small square,
they got tents and heaters and oh God! all that food.

i get my plastic cup and sign out of my shopping cart
(i di’n’t steal it, a friend gave it to me, yeah)

it’s cold out here and i wish i had a drink right now…

“can you spare some change?” i say to the empty suit
trying so hard not to look my way,
you never know, once one of these empty suits
dropped a twenty in my cup.

i remember back before i lived under the overpass,
a long time ago, or so it seems,
on some goddamned desert, tanks burning in the sun,
we took a grenade and i shit my pants.

i’d shit my pants right now for a drink…

lots of signs being carried round this place,
will anybody see mine?
a bottle of wine is only $3.68 with tax
and i have a $1.42
but the Lord will provide.

that long-haired man has a five in his hand,
don’t look him in the eye,
don’t look him in the eye.

he doesn’t see me and walks past.

a couple quarters from some sweet young thing!
i didn’t even see her,
don’t look her in the eye,
don’t look her in the eye.

“thank you!” i mumble.

i’ll just push my cart to where the food is,
maybe somebody will see my sign,

God, i need a drink…

some young dude leaves a sandwich at my feet,
i knew it, the Lord does provide.

in high school, i was voted class optimist,
it serves me well right now, just about right now.

some odd change and a couple ones from a kind soul.

“buy yourself something to eat” they say.

don’t look them in the eye,
don’t look them in the eye.

“thanks!” (“don’t tell me how to spend my money!” i think to myself)

there’s a liquor store near the overpass,
i can go back home to my warm spot with my bottle
(if the cops haven’t taken down my boxes)
things don’t change much under the overpass.

i push my little world on up the street.
the Lord will provide, it’s a good day to be alive.

Agnew T. Pickens
URR 11.15.20..11

 

House of Cards


A House of cards, with one level stacked ontop...

A House of cards, with one level stacked ontop of another. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

been livin’ in a House of Cards
waitin’ for the sky to fall
and all my friends
they live there too
we’ve seen the writing on the wall

been raised on shit a fly won’t eat
and taught to worship only gain
while all around
in my home town
i see the looks of pain

been tryin’ to find some ray of Light
don’t see it in the glimmer of the sets
the forests fracked
and water fouled
how soon humanity forgets

 

Soundcloud reading —->  <Click Here>

let me tell ya li’l story ’bout a man named Barry


English: Nobel Peace Prize 2009, Barack Obama

English: Nobel Peace Prize 2009, Barack Obama (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Let me tell ya li’l story ’bout a man named Barry
Another corporate puppet for the Military
(Industrial Complex, that is)
He says America’s prestige is on the line
And bombing to stop bombing is super fine

He got a Nobel Peace Prize for who knows what
His Middle Eastern plans will leave a desolate rut
He don’t care about the damage, it’s collateral you see
And he sure don’t give a fuck about you or me

 

Ta want to hear my creaky voice singing this to the Ballad of Jed Clampett?   <Click Here>

The Real Problem is the System


Meanwhile we argue with each other as the Earth approaches an Evolutionary Bottleneck because of the continued manipulation of our media, our government and the public with it by Sociopathic Multinational Corporations. I am through being distracted by the Institutional injustices inherent in our system that are there to keep us from working together. The colonial powers in Africa and Asia divided the people by borders and imposed languages and religions. The Corporate powers seek to keep us divided here in the United States along racial and religious lines while they rape our forests and poison the land.

Does racism exist? There may be some natural inclination toward fear of those that appear different from us but it has been imposed on us by our Institutions and Media as a means of keeping us from uniting against the true enemies of Humanity and this Planet. I feel sorry for George Zimmerman because he is little more than a pawn in a #CorporateMedia game. While people all over the world are standing together in the streets to throw off the shackles of tyranny, the media has given us a #ShowTrial to divide the American people. Don’t hate George Zimmerman, hate the #System that produced him.

 

novus ordo veritas


 

 

Diagram of Unicast Streaming

Diagram of Unicast Streaming (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

novus ordo see #chloroform fantasies
streaming
streaming
streaming

from every orifice and TV scream
ice cream lullabies
you scream
or at Least
YOU SHOULD

i read the news, Today, Oh Boy!
entertaining and irrelevant
what we need
just what we need
#INFO Narcotics and Games to play

as they test new nerve agents in secret #DOD labradors
retrieving results for #Gumbytron knows what reason

meanwhile there are Veterans
sleeping under the Bridge
getting roused almost Daily by
the local #Constabulary

overpaid suits compute Key Performance Indicators
while our #HoneyBees have decided to leave this back alley planet
BEHIND

and You
and I
watched it happen

 

I became radical!


Alexander Hamilton on the Series 2004A $10 Fed...

Alexander Hamilton on the Series 2004A $10 Federal Reserve Note, based on an 1805 portrait by John Trumbull (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I can’t recall when I lost my Outer Serenity, why I became a radical…
Maybe it was the first “lie” a boss made me tell just to make a sale.
Well, the Boss didn’t make me, I’ll have to admit, I had bought into the
Game.

Maybe it was the Cascade of Lies that followed chasing
that Almighty Dollar. Maybe there was something wrong with me. I mean,
the Dollar, it is a desirable thing… even its smell (especially the
smell of new money) that somehow wasn’t working on my neuro-receptors
(even though at times I would have fantasies of rolling around ina pile
of $20 bills, don’t ask why $20s, It’s a Jacksonian fixation) but yet…

I noticed that the things I really loved, a sunrise, a bee gathering
honey from clover, a stand of old growth forest, had none of that “new
money smell.”

And for some reason, these things, these li’l
miracles of daily existence had more allure than anything that now foul
odor of money could deliver me.

I began to worry about things
like right or wrong, can we continue on this path and expect to
survive, can we even appreciate the opening of a Daffodil in Spring?

And I became Radical.

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