Tell Me Mary 30/10/12

 

I

Falling

featureless

dream of black and blue,

a thrilling deathly fall………. then shooting consciousness,

empty black presence...some sorta devil figment of a twisted mind bent straight.....

eternity!....the grand euphemism of our existence.

We feel it just like Blake… and know, when perception is clear in fresh night,

                                                                                 and…

Fat whitey palmer spitting thin green rhetoric,

dead twig forrest, ms rinehartless

Believe their money not their words,

Little John!

They hope the rest of the impoverished world can share our sadness and poor broken delusion!

They hope to spread our crappy sterilized comfort, forgetfulness couches,

and wide-----screen unreality,

just so that they may dig more dirt and die in gold graves.

Little John, they still can’t…

I think I met my Jesus tonight,

offering life,

‘shake your bones, why not?’ he says,

why not?

Leave immortality to the suffering fools.

Live now, shake bones, why not?

Live in dazzling twilight kisses and soak in the night,

a night that mutters with the energy of humanity’s timeless rhythm.

I think I met my Jesus of reaching rhythmic arms,

‘shake your bones, why not?’ he says,

why not?

He…