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

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!

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

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 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

]]> http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/11/20/the-junk-yard-dog-and-i/feed/ 0