Diesel Rumblings Overhead I stood in that Chinese ballroom Watching all the marionettes dance To that custard jazz Floating and smiling with their Cigarettes in pearl cases Martinis in crystal glasses Perfect designer clothes, one hundred dollar haircuts Diamond studs in earlobes Shoes that made no sound on spaghetti floors They float Morals collect on the tip of their tongue And fall into their soup Queer waiters rumble from split door and Whisk away the infection The air is alive With Brahms, Mozart and Strauss Flutes float on gossamer strings and Violins whip the breath and form perfect notes So simple and so easily understood I heard the notes, the only one to do so, as all The puppets played politics and economics I played life With a messianic smile My teeth bared in godlike gratitude for Another moment of pleasure that steals into my pockets And absconds with my purple rose I follow in dark hallways the sound of those voices But they fade and break and are no more I know they are there, I hear their laughter, Or maybe that is just the wind I turn and see the light behind That mesmerizing ballroom I run away from it I tear through the fabric And retreat Landing in a pool full of ducks and toads I laugh and swim loving the reeds on the bank My cries echo in the heavens And rip trees from weak roots and I shred their bark With my romantic tongue Licking toads and bending nose, I am flowing fairy I feel the breath of earth enter my toes and loins And travel through stomach to arms and head I breathe earth I exhale earth I inhale earth I am earth I jump and fly and land on earth I return to that ballroom And tapestries of presidents and cartilage senators I return and annihilate I annihilate falsehood I annihilate truth I annihilate reality in a single violent breath I climb the skyscrapers of Chicago And trample the Appalachian Mountains I burn the bridges of San Francisco Impaled on a single tower of glass I annihilate myself And allow my blood to drip down trees and coat The earth with my sinew and bone Blood is ocean Brain is clouds My breath the morning horizon dispelling Darkness
Reason for writing:
The so called American intelligentsia, with all their fads and quirks, walk the earth thinking they are so superior that they are the paragons of virtue, wisdom and morality, but all their words are reverse truths, they speak hollow euphemisms. True release lies in nature in earth, but we find when we go there that it is easily corrupted and soon it becomes what we tried to escape from.
Birth sign: Cancer
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