I hear a booming voice way above me
from a source that is a mystery
Is it God or a chemical hallucination?
Hard to tell based on my current situation
Eternally tapped into this group chat force
Transmitting on a global frequency somewhere
Praying to a concept that may no longer be there
and yet faith is an up link required by man
Believing deeply in a connection we don’t fully understand
Disturbing social media generated
disinformation revelations
about Deep State infiltration
into the heart of government
may in itself be a deflection
from the insidious penetrations
of the real string pulling demons
rattling around inside my head
as I become a victim
of creeping paranoid infestations
The bloody murder weapon
found at the scene
of the Jim Beam homicide
had the gold initials JW applied
This led detectives to suspect
the victim's arch rival
a Mr J Walker
to be the perpetrator of the crime
Forensics was able to match
the crimson stained evidence
with prints
from a fancy walking stick
owned by the dapper suspect
DNA fragments of glass
found in the suspect's ass
matched those at the scene
which indicated a desperate struggle
between Mr Walker
and the late Mr Beam
Alcohol of course
played a major factor
in this tragic fatal dispute
My words
slid right off the page
and made quite the stain
on the refurbished floor
of conventional elements
required in all decent writing
I know I really should edit this mess
but I kind of like the chaotic thought process
which so neatly reflects my head currently
One of the advantages of being a prose illiterate
is the freedom afforded to those blessed with ignorance
to float through all these regulation impediments
that serve only to impede the creative process
Ever feel overwhelmed
by the randomness of it all?
Events drifting in and out
on the currents of time
with no apparent reason or rhyme
Humanity always in react mode
collectively theorizing
in a futile attempt to make sense
of the sporadic nature of chaos
Flying tattered kites
into a raging tornado
Never quite knowing
which way
the wind will be blowing
Destruction is the fate of man
So close your soon to be
permanently shut eyes
Hold on tight
and ride your ignorance
for as long as you can
All the energy
faithfully stored in our battery
has now fully dissipated
into the vastness
of the misty galaxy
Potential all gone
Never to return
Never to participate
in the kinetic epoxy
that generated the gravity
which once held all our shit together
Welcome to the New Void
where dreams come to be destroyed
Consumed by this eternal darkness
we foolishly believed we could avoid
through the power of prayer
and misapplied science
After I finally found
my elusive happy medium
we settled down
in the Land of Mediocrity
where we eventually
impaled each other
on our white picket fence
Media hounds posted our bodies
under their tragic narrative
of a double homicide
Psycho babblers were called in
to neatly bubble wrap the spin
with their best quicky analysis
Once we were written off
the bankers made the scene
to recoup their investment equity
The source of our demise
was repaired beautifully
as the stains of our sins
were power washed away
Now with the market value
of our broken castle restored fully
chattering real estate whores
sold the home as a horror novelty
Citing the shattered American dream
tragically gone awry
as a marketing hook
to lure in the next victims
more than willing
to buy into the lie
CAVEAT EMPTOR
Adverse circumstances
forever in the air
The scene continually
tension filled
Rampaging pressure
It comes in waves
Head now spinning
Another bad case
of life fatigue
Took a pill
or two
maybe three?
I forget myself
Skin goes electric
Close my eyes
Light show internally
Tis all about
chemical serenity
in the 21st Century
Finding the numb we seek
to flee this life
we treasure supposedly
So I consume more
loose prescription candy
as the howling dogs
claw at my door
Next time
I'll have to take four
Mr Literally
always takes life
at face value
Completely
and absolutely committed
to the narrow proposition
of perfect certainty
Nuanced interpretations
dance over
his rigid head
Subtlety is a mystery
he'll never comprehend
He's a between the lines illiterate
Him and his tribe deeply dug into
the bedrock foundation
that can not be moved
by varying interpretations
Zero shades of gray
allowed to be in play
These unquestioning
unblinking types
so easily manipulated
by statistical analytically
based predators
Always swallowing the lies
spoon fed to them
from those who rely
on mass exploitation
of the pre conceived notions
embedded in the DNA
of the intellectually lazy
All of life
as we think
we know it
reflected back
in rapidly flashing images
dancing in our eyes
Entertainment now
sold as absolute truth
The human condition
reduced to reality TV
where dysfunctional dopes
do the see me dance
and drop their pants
for profit and a snippet of fame
Messing up
a generation of kids
who imitate
the media whore
behavior they see
As posture posing
and posting
indulgent selfies
becomes the new gold standard
in social interactions
You cut me to my core
when you malign my poetry
It lacks polish obviously
and often strays
from any semblance
of coherent thought
but it's my frickin therapy, OK?
The only true outlet I have
cause booze makes me puke
and meds just too much expense
So if you think my verse is that bad
I would greatly appreciate
if you'd kindly shut up
and proceed to fuck off
The fair maiden in distress
shoots up a flare
seeking assistance
from everywhere
and anywhere
Mr Noble Knight
jumps at the chance
for a little
chivalry romance
Rides into the fray
the heroic
save the day
kind of way
Alas...
This is where
the fairy tale
ending fails
As our hero
loses his head
over unrequited love
For you see
our very dead dreamer
laid down his life
for a heartless wench
who was not impressed
by his sacrificial largess
The royal bitch
did not require rescue
from her plight
by a delusional knight
All she needed
was two Midol
to combat
her desperate princess cramps
