Knowledge

the big b*****d wall is dissolving:

Pornocopia has bled into the Mickey Mouse Pavilion,

and our infant eyes have blown open like bloody roses,

Good and Evil are playing patty cake with cross-eyed missiles

as Plenty drowns Poor in his own magical wishing well,

and God is filming it all for YouTube.

 

one million hits.

ten million bruises.

 

I sip a thorny Crown and Seven,

and wonder

how long

we have

before the streets are overrun

with wolf howl cries and maniacal laughter.

 

sleep with a tank under your pillow,

lie, and tell everyone you love them,

there’s no knowing which way the tsunami’s headed,

no money to pay for the damage it will do.

 

just a bunch of deformed moral characters

dressed up like army men and preachers,

having a Mexican standoff on the cusp

of destruction and distraction.

 

when the Jack finally pops from the box,

we’ll all be swallowed up by monsters

of our own creation.

 

it’s not the fires, floods, and bankruptcies that’ll kill you;

it’s the knowing who’s in control:

 

Nobody.

Reviews

[roarke]

knowledge, here today... gone tomorrow, steadfast in obsolescence...
I think the beast is in the first long chunk,(stanza?) after that the narrative takes a straight line.... See what else that beginning has to say, open it up, hit it with another write,
"big b*****d wall"
"Mickey Mouse Pavilion"
"Good and Evil"
"Plenty drowns Poor"
take these and tell who/what/how they really are, dig past the obvious, take time to tell in your own feelings what these phrases mean. Then watch this thing catch fire....

[EMF]

It takes a lot to take me away from editing. Well, a laked lady always wins hands down, but this did. And I'm sick as a parrot with Ebola. Jealous as sin, but without the associated moistness. So many great lines, stanza, ideas, themes. Bugger. You're good.