Scream: An Ode to Amerika I am Electric Eternal Machine Heroin veins pulsing marijuana Through lidless eyes Pupils are there too, in order I am Perfect Aeon Looking down upon children All laying in perfect rows Their voices rising in ditties of wonder and delight I saw America Her horrid camouflage attitude scraping imagination Into gutters teeming with bloated fish and used syringes There she stood shining and sucking and whoring Where dreams are death and ideas are weakness Where dogs travel burnt crimson streets of blood and abortion And their fangs are bared at carcasses laying in Levittown yards Neatly mowed with flies buzzing in apple pies and laundry lines underwear and Levi jeans Where the streets are dirty and ringed with smoke And the smell of corruption and greed emanate From money institutions where fat slobs with little cocks count away lives And their dreams are anathema and their sweat stinks of masturbation Where bums line the railyards Sleeping in abondoned railcars and dirty blankets left from G.I.'s in WWII Still stained with the blood of democracy And their eyes are closed and desperate and every second is nothing Where illiterate husbands beat on domestic spheres And impose glass ceilings smudged with shit and come Where they leer at the Girl Scouts and buy twenty boxes of peanut butter cookies Lifting skirts and snickering at their manly gates wide open in lust Where the dinosaurs roam Venetian ballrooms With violet tapestries and they read Baudelaire and talk of Kierkegaard Where their morality drips from their mouths to fall As pubic hairs in diseased soups and decanters of fermented wine Where noses are closed to the stink of commerce And brains are told the wonders of free trade and democracy Where gods are made and men die All in the eye of imagination nil I saw the dreams break and shatter on angry fire pavement Where hope evaporates from stainless steel pots set on shiny new ovens of mass genocide Where flags of hate are raised and acid runs in veins of iron horse dreaming By pastures of fake imposing despotic insane tyrants with red faces and green eyes of valentine Where rivers run red with Egyptian blood And lines of Jehovahs march to the unemployment agency stinking of sex and manure And angels are lost in swirling waters of sewers thick with the carcasses of freedom And saints are found masturbating in shacks of unholy images of nude children and bugle calls Where skies turn into rainbows of disease Smokestacks pushing their drugs on family street corners teeming with jumprope and hopskotch Trees bend weary with eastern torture on knees bloody in the woodlands And skulls litter the parks and rangers point and smile and write their woodland journals Where subways screech through underground junkie holes And mothers fling children from plastic bags into their incoming passage And fathers sell children and light up crackpipes dripping with blurry haze images And brothers sneak into sisters bedrooms while they sleep and cop a feel of unsullied flesh Where I saw my best friends descend Into the caves of gods of death and disease loving them and sucking them and serving them Young skeletons singing hoarsely and smiling yellow teeth and red eye their veins dripping Hearts bursting lungs squeezing muscles melting joints rasping voices creaking brains fading Where they gave up the greatest gifts They once drove shiny chrome automobiles painted in dreams of golden streets and America Threads new and exotic chinese and mexican embroderies on sleeves now tearing and ripping Into rags and filth suburbs gone gutters home oh despair now their god their pimp I saw the leaders descend into madness seeking one more escape fix Where they reinvented morality in forests dripping lies in roots collecting Where they stole and absconded with millions to jamaican taxis and swiss skis Where they sipped Kool-Aid spiked with caribbean and natives swinging in straw skirts Where imaginary demons walk freely and open accounts In financial institutions where managers suck dick for a price And their assholes red from the rape of the collectors coming And their mouths spitting teeth and tongue from diseased bleeding burnt gums Where nature has turned into the enemy Nazis imposing wordsworthian order upon citizens of glass chrome towers Tall with self worth and self interest guided by the esteemed invisible hand And their souls are eaten by mammonian orgies of green horrid violent fucking Where mankind is aborted for steel machines cold grace perfection Faster stronger harder determined strong no liabilities imposing hard iron slaves Who don't complain and replace fleshly weakness melting deteriorating shouts of weak defiance Profits are god and income and the bottom line and assets and stockholders equity worth desire Where blue teardrops stain dreaming homes Of young girls fighting to break out hearts in poetry and song and math Of young boys struggling against chains with weapons of prose and science and dance Young saplings uprooted replaced by cocaine shades and automatons of society folding Where nature's children are wretched and despairing And the guardians hurt and attack and torture Inquisition spikes of fungus on innocent furry flesh and lonely big eyes hurting and bleeding And pissing and shitting and hoping and dreaming and seeing pain suffering in all facets I saw the greatest of my generation fall down that dank hole of America Whores for the system eyes glazed from dirty fixes and green loot Stealing and taxing and taking and cheating doing what was once never possible Once fighting in joyous revolution souls hard for the new vision all melted into husks Where morals and ethics are dead Where they erase all what they once believed for the lies injected into swollen wasp mouths And spiders dance in their greasy hair wet saliva dripping from hungry fangs And they become enemies traitors spies a whole generation of traitors liars and enemies to truth Innocent tortured and raped on wooden tables and splinters sticking in asses red with violence Where screams are muffled and gagged as smacks reverberate in crowded auditoriums And teeming crowds span the market squares and kiss the guillotines and drink the gasoline Where demons swarm over hearts black with cancer coughing spluttering blood and shit Where gods walk the earth searching for whores and children Smoking large cigars with martinis and hats of green tractor companies Large sausage penises hanging out flashing in sandpaper sunlight Grins of death smiles of hate eyes of violence spewing out intolerance and racism and bigotry Where angels sweep down from jewelled skies wings tired and spluttering diesel fumes Blurring the horizon across oceans of filth and garbage and dead bloated whales Their hands out for contributions to habits gorging on powdered excess hungry growling Their voices black incantations of scaly truths ripped out from the mouths of babes hanging Where swamis and gurus escape from sooty cities of coal and steel and commerce Retreating in sputtering yellow cadillacs on rocks strewn with bodies and rotting signs Maps falling to dust in hands shaking from fear trembling eyes searching for oasis for mecca For Cibola and they take their treasures to the Yucatan and find comfort only to rise in fear And find that they must run again So they hide in caves musky with tales of the mariner and coleridge Crystals dripping from walls of earth breathing purity ringed with corruption a shell of crime No succor for the cowards wasting away from lives of vagabonds and hiwaymen hoping that The next road will hold the release and heaven will await on the weary back of the next shooting star And they love and leave at first hint of difficulty and abscond with their treasures Dwindling like sand through trembling fingers no hope no dreams await Find tombstones laying in neat rows in harsh desert under piles of coyote shit and singing vultures I saw the melting pot a horrid screaming mess of humanity boiled alive Mexicans, whites, blacks, asians, irish, english, germans, natives stewing with onions and peppers Their insides wiped clean and replaced with tales of purity in the new world A brave new world they create stirring with spiked skewers ripping with poisonous fangs Where languages are meaningless all gibberish the new tongue of mankind Where cultures clash and are replaced by bland factory produced inferior models Where skins are died and stripped and hair is straightened and shaved Where accents fade and tongues change and morals and ethics are combined reshaped renamed Where voices are lost in steel teeth dischord of unity and harmony Comments monitored so as not to offend analytical censors who stew and fret in sweaty cardigans Where they stab and puncture bleeding words from dreamy pages free of sin And stain their eyes with ink cascading from wells of abysmal hearts chained to skulls red Where pigs gleaming with gold and diamonds and blue and white Skip through the world holding fates in skeleton fists yelling and screaming and prophecying And they sleep on beds of green dead heroes blood staining their designer suits But they laugh and lick and write stories of pure actions and live for posterity Where they stand upon algae pulpits under baking sun frying Speaking silently about facts and figures and numbers and they call it economy About values and judgements and virtue and they call it morality About contracts and treaties and agreements and prices and they call it future Then returning to double decked mansions with streaming porticos and green pools clear And a thousand rooms dedicated to days months and years and to fashions And porcelain sinks and porcelain dishes and silver spoons and eighty inch televisions With surround sound home theaters and maids and butlers and gardeners and nannies And with their whores and mistresses and lovers they travel To Japan to Pacific to Australia to Cancun and Acapulco To Aspen and Martha's Vineyard and Paris and London and Rome To Key West and Charleston and Hong Kong and Singapore Their colossal stride infecting worldwide a disease gangrene infection dripping With pus and blood coating open hungry mouths and innocent hearts Yearning for trust loyalty and faith in something other than gods of violence and steel and despair Beggars waiting by dusty airports cramming full with true life and childlike abandon Freely cheering as the gods step forth from their hunks of airborne shit Flying to and fro throwing authority in the midst of culture and dreams and hopes And with a gleam and bare teeth they come and go one second flat empty air deposited behind Sucking life from hope and dreams and culture leaving desire and want and despair And they return to their hereditary hovels of shit stinking with lost souls crying out for release From existence for the knowledge to break chains made mad with tyrannical luster and Shimmering with generation upon generation of screaming weeping despondent lives Seeping with the gangrene injected in honest veins bubbling with discontent angry eye violence These capitalist children gripping iron molding to hearts beating hard with anticipation anxious hopeful Where upon primitive lands forgotten by time they march and talk and scream at walls That never existed before in minds fevered by giants across vast seas boiling They emulate imperfection and banality and materialism faith true in lies and they kill Their feet sinking in mud and blood the whole land dreaming bleeding rain upon hot crowns of thorns And they build cities and banks and institutions and import fat slobs with little cocks Stinking of sweat and masturbation who count foreign currency with bloated accounts And the children overthrow years of culture and ethics and morality for one dream of pigs I saw America With remote control vision focus on screen dead with fantasy and sleep Where ants crowd concrete and asphalt spluttering fumes and smoke their minds twitching With ideas and visions and inventions wondering how to make dreams tangible Where families lie in broken christian sewers lighting candles in perverted cathedrals Coated thick with blood and sin dripping from diamond chandeliers and stained glass Where they enter confession booths and confess lives to sinners and charlatans Where they abandon hope as they enter souls empty of morality purity charisma they follow Where a child sells body on HIV streets and old slavering vultures stop by in eraser carriages And eyes wide in fear at the groping and pain and saliva raining upon smooth flesh And memory fades as to who that was and never missed and life goes on and the vultures Return to banks and companies and little league games cheering on son with wife in tow Where slaves to mind vein disease enter broken homes and beg for death And inject death into swollen veins gasping for breath descending into haze blurry Awake and inject more and stumble upon cold streets and hiways dirty and stinking of piss And they fall and fade in teeming alleys and rats are the only ones to know picking bones clean Where slaves line up in front of bright screen to wade through the webs of apathy And they lose themselves to the newest fad and fashion creating languages and myths To explain the new electronic god and they bow and suck and swallow smile black rotting gums Where families and careers fade all for the modern deity with whip cracking bones dividing skin And I saw all of humanity mad in the grips of red madness and hatred Wars of holocaust and genocide as brother killed brother and mother raped mother And the iron gods upon their iron thrones mad with lust and desire And the earth groaning and pitching and vomiting and universe trembling And in rage and madness I called out For fire and brimstone to wipe the slate clean For insects and locusts to wipe the slate clean For acid and truth to wipe the slate clean And in despair and madness I called out For hidden gods to descend and wipe the slate clean For forgotten values to wipe the slate clean For a new earth to wipe the slate clean And rising tornadoes and pounding hurricanes and mad typhoons And wild monsoons to wipe the slate clean For knowledge and enlightenment to wipe the slate clean For purity and innocence to wipe the slate clean All for a rising activity and one belief to wipe the slate clean and start anew
Reason for writing:
Just taking one long introspective look at Amerika, then taking my thoughts and feelings and putting them into images, then taking those images and ripping them apart to place them as I see fit. I see Amerika in all her facets and they are not good.
Birth sign: Cancer
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