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I hate the Edge

oddpoet1 — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 23:03:53 +0000

I have no mouth

oddpoet1 — Tue, 18 May 2010 10:10:53 +0000

She laughed and spread her legs and said “Fuck Me”

I ran out of the building
Made of counterfeit promises
And of stripe clad designer shit

She was everywhere

The breeze
The wind
The manic song of birds.

I rambled down the street bleeding gut shot

She was the Mailman’s fake smile
The school children’s skipping steps
The knowing smile of false traffic

She was the hum of summer lawn mowers
The incandescent laugh of young lovers
The foolish pride of suit wearing wannabes

She howled at my weakness
Assaulted me with Hollywood smiles
And soul eating love words

Holiday picnics played and measured my creeping steps
Balloons painted the phony sky
Fireworks snapped and crackled
Me
To the ground

I crawled up yesterday’s steps

The world
Regarded me
Like decayed vermin

A mouse better off dead
In the trap

I slammed the door-less room shut
Bleeding sweat

Sanctuary sounding Renfield giggles
In madmen harmony

She appeared before me with condescending laughter

I tried to screamed

But I had no mouth

Invisible

oddpoet1 — Sun, 02 May 2010 09:44:27 +0000

Can you see them?
There!
Over there!
Open your eyes Mother Fucker!

Yes
They’re wraiths
Specters
Chimeras
Light does not touch them
Slides off em
Like Teflon
You walk through them
Never around

At little Johnny’s soccer game
You step on their heads and laugh
You pull their arms and legs off
Use em
To push their dreams away

That much further from their grasp

Their tears harvested
By your corporate catchers
Who use them
To grease diamond studded pussy

Tasha, 1989
A real good year for pussy

Why?
You don’t fuck
You own
Love will never
Touch your soul

Oh yea
The blind cunt with the scales
Giggles
And says
“I can’t keep a straight face“
“Surely they must know“
“I’m not only blind“
“I don’t even give a fuck“

Laugh
Laugh
Laugh

The Invisible
Do not laugh
They do not smile
Do not enjoy
Golden sun rises
Nor
Nature’s palette
Such beauty is not
For them
They’re angry
Percolating rage
In
Dollar store Haute couture
Dreaming of disintegrating empires
Of castles
Torn apart by bloody hands
Of a World in flames
Of upside down crucifixes
Shoved up God’s pretentious ass

They huddle
In despair
And
They
Plot

Revenge

Justice

Genocide~Para

Para — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 02:18:28 +0000

Courage was cultivated
Sold and innovated
Into plasticized records…
Bold to be seen
In the sectored regions
Unseen by the legions of profits
And scammers seeking mallets
And hammers to self-destruct…

What the fuck do you see?
Filtered on the jumbotron
To relieve
To reconstruct
The malady of shag carpet
In the fields of Darfur
To bet the ears of corn
On the purse
Of the ignorant and the forlorn
Plasticize…
What’s worse and what’s more
Than cries
Of malice and New York whores
Saddled with AK47s
And chaliced with the cups
Of overseas genocide
And heaven’s doors

To see…
To kill the sight that bleeds
And bumps the world wide
Span of knees…
Fucked
Plasticized
Genocide induced lies
That flies from the lips
Closed
To those open with
Terrorized cries

Distance grapples for the wrung
Caught and flung
By the omnipotent source…

Get out of bed, whores…
There’s work to be done
Work that slumbers
On notions never begun.

So many notions never begun…

©Jen2010 2–5

Gotta Revolution

Eddie Mount — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 23:29:16 +0000

You fat and satisfied?

Is your trophy wife hot?

Counting your money?

Can’t count that high?

Laughing?

FUCK YOU!

Are your henchmen evicting that poor person for the crime of being poor?

FUCK YOU! I’m taking your house you rich pig!

You complaining that the minimum wage is too much?

FUCK you! I’m implementing a maximum wage and you make too much! Give it back!

You cry foul when an increase in AIDS research is mentioned, ?Too much we can’t afford it!?

FUCK you! I’ll stick you with an AIDS infected needle and count on your support!

Universal health care offends your sensibilities?

FUCK YOU! Everyone is gonna be covered and you’re paying for it!

You bitch about welfare for the dispossessed while you hold your hand out for a corporate welfare check?

FUCK YOU! The juice is two points! Pay up!

Are you implementing Globalization in order to exploit third world countries forcing Children to work in sweat shops so you can maximize profits?

FUCK YOU If you want more money you obscene piece of shit we will send your kids over there and you can take all the profits you want!

Did your greed and avarice cause the failure of the world monetary system and now you want us to bail you out?

FUCK YOU! Want another handout? First we have to cut off your balls and stick them in your mouth! How much ya want?

Does my language bother you?

Think me incapable of melodious metaphor or abstract paradigms?

FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! Deal with it!

Do you really think it’s your world and we just happen to be living in it?

FUCK you! You have what we allow you to have!

Scare ya?

There is a new world order coming and is not your global corporate hegemony

I hear it humming like an angry hornet’s nest? louder and louder, reaching crescendo and flying forth

It is the rattle of the snake

The hiss of the Cobra

The fang of the Lion

The raking claw of the Grizzly

The sting of the scorpion

The flesh tearing beak of the raptor

It is the frustrated scream of the unemployed

The wail of the hungry child

The rage of the disposed

The wrath of the shrinking middle class

The anger of the prisoners of poverty

The silent tears of the hopeless

The fury of the forlorn

The howl of the homeless

We be the torch carrying angry villagers

And you be Dr. Frankenstein

We’re coming to your castle and burning it down!

The times are changing, can you feel it?

FUCK YOU!

Malt Shop Blues

Eddie Mount — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 02:06:22 +0000

Face damage actresses

Crippled dancers

Castrated Lotharios

Mute orators

Were all there

I was a special guest

You see I had the Blues

And the Malt Shop

Is where you simply had to be

When suffering that fatal spiritual malady

I looked around at the collage of failure

A conglomeration of burnt souls

Abandoned in scorched pits of the damned

No amount of tears

Could ever put that fire out.

I moseyed up to the counter

Tit-less porn queens with sewn mouths giving half priced blow jobs

Defrocked priest selling wafers autographed by Jesus himself

An insurance man with his Mothers still beating heart in his bloodied hand

Banging a deal with a used car salesman

Who watched with satisfaction

As his 11 year old daughter pulls a train

with well dressed Turkish sailors

Business looked good

Boys scouts seeking merit badges

Sell crack to nuns

Donning the latest in Fredrick’s of Hollywood

God squad apparel

It was there

all our sins

We just don’t like to face it

We are all responsible

We are all guilty

The truth be a Mother Fucker

I closed my eyes and

Inhaled the filth

Pores opening

In horror and greed

Tendrils of madness

Violated me

became part of me

Don’t worry

Madness don’t scare me none

Been there

Done that.

Bet ya

it scares the shit out of you

What sheltered lives

Most of the pretty people lead

So when you look with envy

At your neighbors weedless

Pristine green lawn

For a second

Just a second

Think of those people

In the Congo

Being hacked to death

With Machetes

It’s real

It’s happening

Now

And if you can get away

Come by the Malt shop

I’ll be there

Got

Plenty

of Room

Alighieri Revisted

Eddie Mount — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 08:51:48 +0000

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

The Chrysalis

Eddie Mount — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 21:02:48 +0000

I slithered out of the Chrysalis
The all knowing Raven chuckled
“You have not yet devolved.”
“You will be back”
thought briefly I should snap its neck
But he was stronger than I could ever be.

I parted the veil
And entered the night
Darkness is a gift
To be treasured.
A blanket of false deceit
Truth’s revelation.
The light lies
Darkness knows all

The cold air
Washes over me
A brief stilling of molecular motion.
The caress of an icy hand
Tells me
“Warmth makes you sleep”
“She is the false touch”

The Cold is Dark’s friend
Not so secret lovers
Eternally conspiring

I knew I was trespassing
Treading paths not meant for me
Yet I felt the need
To see
To feel
This abandoned Playground

Sleeping Mannequins
Being recharged
Reprogrammed
New dialogue being written by wraiths
Their toothless smiles planning new heartaches
A child will be raped on this stage
A human heart will stop beating
I could not stop it
Tears froze

I slithered back into the Chrysalis
The all knowing Raven chuckled
“I knew you would be back”
“You have not yet devolved”
I wanted to snap its neck
But he was stronger than I could ever be

The Junk Yard Dog and I

Eddie Mount — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:04:21 +0000

Sitting here

smoking filters

feeling disconnected

And…

Find myself on a

city street walking

feeling my age

wondering when the color went out of the world

where all the magic went

Met this junk yard dog

our eyes met

and we both agreed

we were all pretty much

Fucked

He told me

Goldman Sachs and Citibank

are a priority for the flu vaccine

I told him

universal health care

will never be passed

we both agreed

we were all pretty much

Fucked

I said if food deliveries to markets

stopped for 30 days

we’d all be cannibals

he said

the homeless

will soon outnumber the sheltered

we both agreed

we were pretty much

Fucked

He said

violence, terror, injustice

are accepted

expected

normal

I told him

a man is now judged

by what he has

Not

what he holds in his heart

We both agreed we were all pretty much

Fucked

A man came out of a shack

middle aged

an air

of morose bitterness

of too many

unfulfilled yesterdays

walked towards us

and kicked the junk yard dog

“Get off your ass and look mean you mangy mutt”

“what am I feeding you for?”

the junk yard dog

winced

wagged his tail

and looked at the man lovingly

The man eyed me suspiciously”

“What your selling”

“we ain’t buying”

and walked just out of view

The junk yard dog looked at me sheepishly

“He don’t mean it

I know he loves me”

The junk yard dog

his ribs showing through his

unkempt coat

walked away

a broken growl

sounding more like a moan

painted the sky slate gray

I walked away…

in search of the missing Sun