The writings of Oddpoet

I like shiny things, I'm very superficial.

Malt Shop Blues ~Bro­ken Word Piece~

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!

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

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

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

I sud­denly became aware I was
Dis­tinct
Sep­a­rate
Alive
Cov­ered in blood
Won­der­ing
What it was
This
Thing
Called life
I heard the cries of aborted fetuses
Seek­ing repen­tance
Seek­ing abso­lu­tion
For imag­ined crimes.
Their sin
Incon­ve­nience
There wails drowned
Muted and masked
By heavy machin­ery
Oper­ated by manic thought police
Dressed as sailors
Car­ry­ing hypo­der­mics
Filled with mind fuck

I was to be the trained seal
In the cir­cus of garbage
They didn’t know
I was bro­ken, incom­plete
I escaped to
The night­mare of the real

It was not really reality

Nor was it Lies
It was a hal­cyon era of apple scented mad­ness
Laced with truss rods of greased despair

Blind­folded visions of genet­i­cally altered cir­cus midgets
Play­ing mime to blind audiences

Painted vir­gins with jism stained dol­lar bills
Rolled, shaken
And stirred
Inserted Into for sale orifices

The screams of sev­ered heads plead­ing for body complete

Mutated Pheas­ants armed with auto­mat­ics
Butt fuck­ing hunters who scream why?

The dead become annoyed
Seek­ing eter­nal rest
Screech­ing alarm clocks
Awaken them
As the sadis­tic Gods laugh

Pissed off Zom­bies cry­ing “Brains”
Can’t find any

Bankers molest­ing children

Lawyers blow­ing bankers

Politi­cians laugh a creak­ing rusty hinged sound

Sight­less lovers seek­ing ful­fill­ment
Feel­ing only whores and lies

Mir­rors offer no com­fort
That swirling mist of promised magic
Merely con­firmed who we are not

Truth that cheap FILTHY WHORE

Screams orgas­mic shouts and moans
Body quiv­er­ing
Pre­tend­ing
She is not a will­ing sac­ri­fice at the altar of con­ve­nience
The vic­tim of lie’s ser­pent tongued promises?

Engulfed in an ill-fitted black robe of the lonely heart

They are all out of solace

Tears always pave the path to surrender

Emo­tions seethe and boil

Crit­i­cal mass reached.

I no longer sleep in a bed.
Beds are for faggots

There can be no com­fort here

I roll on the floor
At home with roaches and the denizens of the night

Leath­ery wings Play ser­rated whip saw sounds

Only I can hear

The sounds of bare survival

They laugh at joy

Chit­ter­ing know­ing words

They speak
Whispering

“You do not belong
You never did”

Yet they call me back
“YOU WILL JOIN US!”

The sound of cocked pis­tols
And lawyer lies
Con­gealed like Hye­nas
Bark­ing on an asphalt park­ing lot

Baby’s heads greas­ing the treads of wheeled deceit

Yet their vam­pire smiles
No longer frighten me

“YOU WILL JOIN US!”
The Zom­bie choir sings
Feign­ing Mozart

They do not suf­fer alien­ation
The law of lies and mad­ness will pre­vail
No sanc­ti­fi­ca­tion
No abso­lu­tion
I ignore them all
Mere tune­less wind chimes
Play­ing dis­cor­dant exis­ten­tial sounds of phony despair

Death knocks at my door
He claims us all as his own
He drips drool like Pavlov’s dog

I smile
I have been seek­ing you Death
Your lies stink
How can you claim one
Who has never lived?

His steps fal­ter
His sickle
Becomes
A broom
And I charge him to sweep the pain from this World

The though police
Cap­tured me
Finally

Kafka was the judge and jury
I was con­victed
Of seek­ing mean­ing in the meaningless

“Don’t you know?” he laughed
“Life is just a hal­cyon era of apple scented madness”

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