where you are

where you are

 

inflate human meaning

via invention of mystical purpose.

 

electrons purchase nuclei

for minimal charge.

 

bleached flags droop mother-ship poles  

towing simpleton anybodies

to glory-hole wonderment.

 

tandem word trance!

hypnotic repetition;

hip-knot-tick rep-pit-tit-yon;

petitioner hypo-tonic;

cyto-phonic tire pointee;

slop-chop suey piggy-pig nummy-numb.

 

tender mysteries or wild caught brushstrokes

swim merrily through white noise fissures

in hammer thud boredom; whoredom of

semisweet souls with wet little holes screaming

for potential existential cookies.

 

mine for songs in letter-freckled wreckage

of systemized emotional stages;

cyber-stacked pages of fractured esoteric

masturbatory tickle-tamper voodoo psychology.

 

plunge multiple mind fractures, loot scows,

milk moon cows if you can catch them.

poets build your nests; push stillbirth words

with no rests like absurd dachshund puppies

into the designer wolf-pack feeding frenzy.

 

I don’t make this s**t up either!

watch the news. loosen the noose.

true as chest pains and death pangs.

 

no salvage. no salvation. no redemption.

no exemption. just a familiar rut to run

and a hi-def star to guide you back to        

where you are.

 where you are.

where you are.

where you are

.where you are.

Reviews

[Elle B. T.]

I really love the first two lines. It makes me think of how the masses allow their lives to be controlled by man made mysteries, or maybe I'm just a cynical disbeliever. The way your poetry flows reminds me of how people try to cast off the chains of society in the way your words inspire. To not give a s**t about what others think. To just do what your heart asks. And there's nothing wrong with finding beauty in curdled reality. Great work!

[OT]

haha you twisted individual you!! but would we have it any other way? nah! "plunge multiple mind fractures" - such powerful words to create rather grim imagery ha then the killer - "no salvage, salvation or redemption..." and then an echoed encore! nice!

[roarke]

Excellent, at first I thought it was about schools... then I realized it was about television, one of my technological banes.
the way it trails off at the end, clever... and suggests that this hipknottick message just slipped in one ear, through the middle dark void and slipped out the other ear.
I've managed to save myself from that cesspool vortex, it is knowing about where you are, yet distracting that awareness is exactly what t.v. and media is all about.
Very artistic write.
turn it off. least you lose where you are ....

[Kerry O'Connor]

I don't make this s**t up!
But you revel in every tortured word, every twisted syllable, every tormented rhyme...

Don't you?