Humanity threw a party
And I was invited
A Suit told me
“Come to the center”
“With all the pretty people”
His capped bleached smile
Screamed lies
“Sorry, gonna stroll on the edge dude”
“No reason to go out there”
“You’ll only be back”
“Pack a lunch Mother Fucker…Pack a lunch…”
I strolled out of the Center
That hub of contentment
Joy
Usury
Cannibalistic Rape
“Have a sandwich”
They scream
As they died cigarettes
Out
on
Children without
Bank accounts.
They sawed the legs off a child
‘The poor make excellent stew meat”
Their rapacious smiles
Made me Vomit
nto
A majestic steak Tatar
I hastened to swipe
Chunks
Of my essence
Away
The fat rich bitch
Played
Gobble
Gobble
As she ate what I ate
Before I
Regurgitate…..d
Her smile
Impossibly
Wide
“Can someone be?”
“That happy?”
I left the center
And entered the contented circle
A vast sea
Of humanity
Who neither
Laughed
Nor
Cried
Lived
Or
Died
They simply
Were
Marionettes
Attached
To steel cables
Whose every move
Destined
For control
I shuddered
Moved on
I swam that vast sea
To the
Edge
Where I
Belong
An emaciated AIDS patient
Too weak too talk
Whose cheap cardboard sign
Bled vowels and consonants
“Kiss me before I die!”
I don’t roll that way
But
Something bout the way
The e in die
Trailed with resignation
And hope
Suggesting
Greater things.
Our lips met
Tongues
Danced
I heard Castratos
Singing
Impossible music
As Ludwig, Amadeus and Wim
Pounded madness
Into sweet sound.
Cajoling our essence
Into
Sharps and flats
The black and white keys
Singing our pain and joy.
Our lips parted
One drop of spittle
Lengthened
And
Refused to
Separate
Only to disintegrate
Cursing
The distance
Between us
There will
Always
Be
Distance
Between
Us
I was on the edge
At home
With
Pain
And
Tears
I wept
and
Smiled.
I
Lived
Tags: Dark Poetry, disparate wealth, life, social unrest, society
I remember this one… who could forget that string of spit..This is a great one to repost! Love love love it.…
Thanks Jenn, yea, that line I didn’t hesitate to use it though the though of me swapping tongue and spit with an aids infected gay intravenous drug user from Haiti is a tad frightening. I don’t know where that image came from I guess the fact that we ostracize people who are sick or different and it’s not right.