SEXUAL DEVIANCY

I saw your God yesterday
Shooting up real slow
Then masturbating into a syringe
I spat on him
Kicked him in the head
Called him
Fucken deviant
Monotheist prick
Low life scum
Thinks he’s the only fucken god
In this fuckup universe

I said
"Get off yer arse"
"What do you think your son would say?"
"Seeing you in this fuckup state"
But he wouldn’t listen
Fucken God oh mighty
That’s the problem
With all monotheist gods
When shit hits their car
They quickly call one of their slaves
Usually a child raping priest
Who jumps in behind the wheel
Flat tacks it out of there
Down the road
Passed open ditches
Filled with rotting kids
And possum piss
Suicide Bombers selling opium
Standing in holy water
Two foot deep
And
The mono God
Loses control
Of his slave sucking priest

So what does this fucken monotheist God
Do?
He starts doing smack
Crack
Ice jacks
Fags in slacks
And finally human blood
And if anyone questions
His divine actions
He smotes them

So now you know
Why I spit and kick
Monotheist gods
A bunch of fucken! cunts!

You know why
I'm so pissed off
I’m a fucken god
While those mono pricks
Pretend
Me and all the other Gods
Don’t exist
Fucken mono shitheads
Drugged up fuckwits
I need a drink
That ends this fucken sermon.

time

WHEN TIME
WAS NOT
A CLOCK DIAL

Once long ago before now
My favorite ritual
Tea
In
A
Pot

A teapot so tactile
Every touch seemed to evoke
An image of an ancient earth goddess
Pregnant with anticipation
As a kettle boiled
Releasing steam unto the heavens

A lid
Lifted
An empty vessel hollow with desire
Tea leaves tumbled downwards
Into the rich brown earthen ware
Frothing and spitting
An aroma given
Renewed life

Nostrils sweetly inhaled
As a teaspoon began to circle
The inside of the pot
The lid returned to its heart
Three turns to right
One turn to the left
Time slowed to the point of wait

A open beak of porcelain
Rose into the sunlight
Turned downwards
Into an empty white pool
Surround by a moat

A sepia tide streamed through
Down into the empty pool
A moment passed
Milk flowed
Changing seasons in the pool
Until autumn true

A finger curling of mist
Rose up into the sunlight
Where lips tenderly kissed
The porcelain cup’s edge

A savoring taste
Hands upon a wooden breast
The teapot at rest
The ritual at an end
Once long ago before now

holier than peace

HOLIER THAN PEACE

1.
For walking your child
To hospital
Sanitized barbwire
A community watch
That will shoot you dead
With the word
Mistake
Today was the day
Of rocks and stones
And bullets
You didn’t know
Your child’s needs
Were above all else
Crossfire
And now your child’s dead
For walking to the hospital
For your child’s
Cancer treatment

2.
Freedom fighters
With a religion bent
Fashion items
On a catwalk to death
A bus loaded
With unknowing innocence
A flash of terror
The show is over
The curtain in shreds
Screams to wailing tears
In a after show
Where only blood drips
Success

3.
The eye of the tank
That looks down at you
Warsaw revisited
Ghetto desert
Pseudo neo-nazis
Star of David
On their helmets
Holocaust ghosts wail
From their mass graves
Point accusing fingers
At their children’s children
Inheritors of victimization
Now these grand children
Have become
Inheritors of nazi hate

4.
Old men filled with hate
Clothed in religious piety
Sit in comfort
Sit beyond
The outside poverty
Recruiting
The angry
The vengeful
A generation of alienation
Trained to march
Beyond the check points
Into the arms of deaths
And drag along with them
The innocence.

THEIR DEMOCRACY

THEIR DEMOCRACY

Part one

They are our Gods
They know what's best
For you and me the electorate
Apparatchiks from a shrinking pool
White wasp school boys
And token pearl wearing girls
Pretending to be working-class
Conning you and me from the start
Conservative or progressive
Private schooled on both sides
Taking us all down into a mire.

Part two

They are our doom
Sanitizing me and you
With obsessive control
Restricting me and you
With punctuated policies
Denying me and you
The chance to even speak
Incarcerating me and you
In brick veneer dungeons

And can you hear
The carcinogenic media
Transmitting
Tabloid indoctrination
While politicians
Fear action
So they dance
And they skip
After newspapers
Camera lenses
Microphones
Makeup chairs
Blowing down
The streets
As lawyers
Circle
Overhead
Our carcass
Liberty.

Part three
And they play with the dark arts
The necromancy of demographics
Candle lit sacrificial polling
Candidates placed in electrical circles
The voters' blood begins to run
To consecrate political victory
The beast arises with the unholy mandate.

Part four

Hear me
For I am you
And you are me
And we trapped
So trapped
In their democracy
And they are our Gods
And they are our doom
And never ask them for the truth
For they can only answer
By spinning
You and me into their
Abyss.