rush against the next generation's rest

by jason delph - Cancer

a slow riot for the new zero hegemony
   has undertaken itself all around this vision of
   my drug-addled mind      just hazing the hues with all these drastic shades and savage plays     as some cunt from the assembly gets all daft at the thought of the 
   dissolution         i mean fuck take the pill and let
  it stop    let it stop the single note from playing 
        so much louder than the rest   
    (but that's my note, dog... that's what calls me home)
  you think it would drip something else
                    but it doesn't    it all feels the same
    yours    theirs     mine    the shake doesn't
          shake any different jus' cause a delusion 
                   wants it to
   no one can be so brilliant as to not have to use the 
           word 'and' 
     and tomorrow after tomorrow until that little one
   might tick and shake too
      and tomorrow after tomorrow until he might have to 
   find the ways to hide and hurt    to turn the world
      into a place that is bright enough to keep his 
        attention    to make a story where there isn't 
                  one
     maybe find a carousel that twirls around the world
   maybe find a planet that doesn't burn with our mistakes
  know that what we all call love is a paradigm of self
   know that what we all call care is a blessing for our 
        guilt         might have to find a way to make this
    funny to keep the dope out of his veins
  might have to find a way to make this witty to keep the
    worms out of his brain
                                    a slow riot for a new
   zero hegemony is stirring in it's slumber
               rousing it's bedclothes and rising to a dawn
   one that is only us    under a god that is at best a 
      speculation     calling theirs' fiction as if our story doesn't contain an ark that carried the food chain 
    and a woman turning to stone with a glimpse 
  one world under the benevolent thumb of the ideology that
     can instill the most death   fear   hate    sadness
  loss    damage    damage to everything    one 
     benevolent thumb enforcing it's industrial will for the betterment of material profit    all under flags that
    embrace a god
        one note    so much louder than the rest
  (but if you shut it off, i'll be lost, brother... what are you without me?)     so much louder but so necessary
   maybe he'll have to learn to amplify the rest   to find
      measures to bring it all into harmony    
   to find melody in the chaos    to hear a song through
     all the broken keys and staggered beats   
   might have to say fuck that pill and let it stop
     might have to find his own vision to undertake his
  drug-addled mind         no apple falls far   
      some get rolled or thrown      picked and shipped
   but that's man      nature keeps them close
     there's no point in the white collar trying to teach his child to understand cashing a paycheck at the bar 
  just like there's no point in the blue collar trying to 
    make sure his kid understands market fluctuations  
   maybe the worlds will collide     but it's coincidence
   drastic shades and savage plays hazing the hues
     some other cunt will get all daft considering the 
   thought of dissolution
      and the fight will move on 
     take the pill     fuck the pill     the notes never
   quit     so one is louder    one always will be
     every life is a manipulation of incidents
   steering our offspring with the knowledge of failure
 just absolutely convincing ourselves that they're gonna
    somehow be different
   like that time on the nature channel when we all watched the lion give birth to a lamb
                                        right?
    it happened because we wanted it too
 you can't change the world when the world that surrounds 
   you is a delusion of individuals who don't recognize it as a delusion 
    a nuclear bomb is real
    there isn't one reason for using one that is
  maybe he'll have to hide from this   maybe he'll have
    to blink and scratch to keep from quitting who he is 
          he probably will     you know
      you do know     he probably will
     so what's more important     our delusion
      or preparing the innocent for the inevitable?

Reason for writing:

    my son (who turns a year old in two days)    

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2009-09-22 12:56:37
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:17
Poem ID: 72072

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