The writings of Oddpoet

Once again
The black Shroud descends
Borne by rene­gade rap­per angels
Hand in hand
With Satanic hoard

Sadis­tic
Smil­ing
Ded­i­cated
Purposeful

Strapped to the one man seat.
Coo­ing whis­pers
Seek to calm me

Docil­ity is expected

Cher­ished

“Pain is your friend”
“It makes you feel”

“Alive”

The Shroud
Masks the light

A com­mu­nion with the unseen
The unan­swer­able ques­tion
The unknow­able
The mystery

The Shroud
Is the nexus
The Way-port
Into Jung’s col­lec­tive uncon­scious
Obscured by the whirling fog
Of shared pain

Black robed acolytes
Cry­ing obscene prayer
To upside down cru­ci­fixes
Macabre laugh­ter
Play coun­ter­point
To flash­ing strobes
Illu­mi­nat­ing the large strap on
Black dildo
Adorn­ing the Vir­gin Mary

The Black Mass
Of the damned

They sing

Of heart­break
Of lies
Of mur­der
All the Saintly sins
Since the uni­verse was born

Once again
The black Shroud descends
Borne by rene­gade rap­per angels
And I wel­come it

No choice

You gotta learn
to love
The Shroud

or

Go insane

I pawned my Sax to a Chris­t­ian
Who gave me a card
Telling me how much God loved me
As he beat me outta three hun­dred bucks
I was hop­ing
One of them Horn toot­ing Cheru­bim
Would step in
Wear­ing shades
Sport­ing goa­tees
Help me nego­ti­ate
But God’s love is expen­sive these days

I downed my Amer­i­can Strat
To a Chris­t­ian
Who told me
God loved me
As he beat me outta three hun­dred dol­lars
He saw the des­per­a­tion on my face
I saw the greed on his
But
Greed always trumps desperation

I offered to sell my soul
Souls are cheap things
Really cheap
God offered me fet­tered mis­ery
The Devil?
Unfet­tered misery

The Devil had the bet­ter deal

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Not far from the monkey’s cage
Men become mon­ster
Wear­ing cape and cowl
Chop­ping up wooden Indian
Hurl­ing into the cos­mic stew
Flesh grenade and invis­i­ble vio­lence
Tough con­dom and glit­ter­ing mas­sacre
Wild boar and fierce salad

The tin plated calf
For­ni­cates with the part time vir­gin
Priestly pro­ces­sions
Scream from Babel
Muted by soft snow
“To lose is to win
To live means to die
To have not is to have”

Ide­o­logues
Wear­ing beards of men­stru­ated blood
Eat Negroes
And pick their teeth
Clean
With
Coon dog pricks

Every­where
There are howls
And laughter

I bar­ri­cade my win­dow
With long dead words
And the sum­moned bones
Of …

I can no longer remember

Every­thing had been pas­teur­ized
Homog­e­nized
Words have lost the fire
They now hum in microwave ovens
Wrapped in fake magic
Piti­less in their cheap clarity

Exor­cist per­form ancient rites
On the last Poet of the world
Skin flayed and stretched
becom­ing an Ipod screen
Beep­ing triv­ial words
To a long dead Mother
Who dis­avows its cre­ation
“Yours was a seed best drib­bled
Down my thigh”

Truth scrapes across the silence of the world
Bit­ter
Sweet
Excessive

The mon­key smiles
And Babel never sleeps