The writings of Oddpoet

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