Friday, April 19, 2013

Decadence

Our plastics are degrading
and we've eaten the last dried whale

The tunnels are incomplete
love is doomed to fail

Our dicks are febrile
as dry as the Nile

we're choking our daughters as mercy
drowning all dogs

A dangerous woman rules our muscles
we have left our usual woman

for a new woman. Who rides our hope
like a bent donkey. We have bent a thousand donkeys

and we will kiss and blow every one. None of our
machines are working properly, but we have such skill

just a little more rest in our smelly beds
too minute the gradations, our statements,
our statements are too precise.

the toilets are full of cement, ashes, and sawdust.
You are not imagining the crumbled teeth you see there
among the ashes, amidst the sawdust.

Coin operated kiosks dispense gowns
and teens dress their fetuses for photos
before they abort them.

Dressing the unborn is known to us now
in every corner of the globe;
made possible by coin operated vendors.

while the stupid use broad, flat shoes to avoid
the cold wet of understanding, clever predators
dress them in edible armor
they send them down the throat.

take the trap door, Katie, down to Kristen's cell
Ashley is waiting there for you where I will come meet you
I thank you for the pleasure of being thankful

I will swim the course of every crooked path in you girls
for the toilets are full of cement,
ashes, and sawdust. You are not imagining the crumbled teeth you see there
among the ashes, amongst the sawdust.

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