Lard

A kind of chaotic thought-stream about several things.. including lard.

A man is a poem

Many things to many folks

But I am a monkey with a feather in it's mouth

Watching cold words of modernity

Flash past the man outside

As he judges with morals he learnt in school

And from the television

What is this your society

Ours that bought a twelve-inch, ten volt

Hi-fi with Indian silver

When our grandfathers fought in Burma

We watch the happy peasant

Pipe in mouth

Go down to airs caught in smoky dusk

As the road corrodes

And words become solid

And all else relative

While he wonders what

Fast-food faith solution

Will please him today

A grease-paper church

With oil-glass

And plastic-hymns

And plug-in priest

Who tells you you don't

care.

There, the chicken

Steams in oil

Dreams of

Gastric juices

Lubricate

The rusty contusions

Of burnt-flesh paradise

Of delightful decay

With sex and songs and sacrifices

We don't have to make grand gestures

We don't have to die in glory

Only in hospitals

With rooftiles

Smashed on children's heads

And glass in the hearts of our sons

And negroes in shop-windows selling Powertools.

And today's special offer fireball

To clear away road-blockage

To clean up spinal columns

And heads caught in steering wheels

And arms out of wind-up atmospheric

Radios tuned to unpleasant angles

Dusty breeze

And babyseat

And minor peccadiloes

And politicians promising

This Summer's top sale

While Yesterday

Crumbles, the fire-escape ladder

Rumbles and falls The leaves

Of autumn ant-bitten Fly

Hot gasoline-oil to cook your smile

And basement-collections;

Tax-collections, French-connections,

Foreign-directions.

And all the young men fighting

And empty education snapping

The minds of block-cut products

Shrunk to fit their wrapping.

Reviews

[Analgesia]

Wow, I could write a whole essay about this. The metaphors are every where peppered into the lyrical diction, which; in it's variety, brings a sort of high and low, an eb and flow: like a song. So Poetically you get some real points there. Your philisophical and political implications are there, but they are mostly a feeling, not a thought. That's perfectly fine because you labeled it as kind of a stream of conciousness thing, so it fits perfectly. Your voice has a variety to it that a lot of poets do not have, keep that, it sets you apart. Good read, hope I was of service.

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Great write man! Too much truth to digest...all said in language the baffles the senses and bombards the mind with visions and french fries! I truly enjoyed this. I was sucked in front to back...barely came up to breathe.

This is my favorite bit:

A grease-paper church

With oil-glass

And plastic-hymns

And plug-in priest

Who tells you you don't

care.

Amazing image!

Great job!

Cheers!
FF