It’s not unusual for my works to range over a wide variety of topics. What is unusual is for me to cover such a broad spectrum in a single effort, but that is the point of this poem.
Hit the natural world bathed in mother’s blood and bodily fluids. First thing you feel
is a gloved hand slapping your ass. First lesson learned is that this world exists
to break you
Shine a bright light on a spinning mirror ball. Choose an artificial light
from an artificial sun because your family methodology is a prism
bouncing off a wall
Take a punch in the mouth from a kid up the block, spit a tooth out. Kid laughs
and says brother, if you wanna survive you’re gonna have to learn to fight.
Lessons learned at age five
Witness the mark of the beast branded across our foreheads. Implanted ideologies
burned from the inside out thanks to mommy, daddy, religion, and public school.
Branding iron has been passed to you
In the pulpit snaked eyed men are busy crafting life preservers with wizard words.
Salvation or damnation, the choice is yours but beware, these life preservers have
no rope to pull you in
Went to the garden to find Mamma a rose but the garden was a desert as vast
as the universe. Flowers I found were withered and dead so she placed them in
a cracked vase in the darkness beside her bed
Politicians selling us out in back room deals to machete faced men dancing
pirouettes on corporate cred. Life ain’t worth living if you’re not on the edge
and I got a time bomb ticking inside this head
Some think this is sane, this age of men pissing on one another for monetary gain.
Concrete foundations erode and crack with age so I’ll slip through a crevice and
make my escape
See the cracked rainbow in the sky? Romantics lament about better times but romantics
got it wrong. Those halcyon days are a lie and down in the streets poets die,
shredded by the debris of a broken sky