A brutal horror beyond
Our imagination really
Breeds reassured
In unrelenting focus
Just south of here.
Consider US
As a gigantic party
Cruiser
Perhaps we'll get a clear picture
Of reality once
This metaphor
Is deciphered.
The degrees
Of fastidiousness
By which we create
Our nemeses
Would be shocking
Indeed if we
Weren't so insulated
Against it.
The gross demand
For illegal drugs
For instance,
Consumes trends
Toward epidemics
And cartels stand
Drawn north
Along the black undercurrent
The mere government
Have not elected
To target the real
Article of drug abuse—
The User's Victimization—
Just goes to show
Eyes that see
Who bother to look
Register the thought
That they must
Want it that way
For how could it be
Otherwise?
Meanwhile we troll
A suppurating wound
Right on up
Through the Americas
In turn We, the Cruiser
Literally spew
From multiple spigots
Astern—human generations
Of gang bangers—
In our view
To their lands
Returned.
If you ask me,
that there Sirs
Is a recipe
For making your own worst enemy
Welcome to the States of America
That must all remain
United behind this Great Wall
Made in China
Just a looming shadow
From our southern borders
Encroaching on us all
To eclipse freedom itself.
29.3.12
7.3.12
MASONIC ASH TRAY
for Kyle McBride
Glass blown ash trays embossed in silver caught
the dropped excess of a generation's shrugged off after
thought and here I sat the grand kid who bought
into all of that left with a legacy of corrective lenses
scattered across the table top with a candle and a
bowl of sand reminded of how we're distracted to
see clearly by those diligent to the status tug of war
the radiant seventh letter in the compass and the quadrant
to receive the tapped sacrament of four Cuban cigars
was the crafted destiny of this charming rugged heirloom
to grant a new dawn with balanced diplomacy seemed to be
the message embedded in the lead crystal the dragon fetus
in the pyramid spawned by the pornography of science just
goes to show how to fill an ash tray with my grand father's memory
Glass blown ash trays embossed in silver caught
the dropped excess of a generation's shrugged off after
thought and here I sat the grand kid who bought
into all of that left with a legacy of corrective lenses
scattered across the table top with a candle and a
bowl of sand reminded of how we're distracted to
see clearly by those diligent to the status tug of war
the radiant seventh letter in the compass and the quadrant
to receive the tapped sacrament of four Cuban cigars
was the crafted destiny of this charming rugged heirloom
to grant a new dawn with balanced diplomacy seemed to be
the message embedded in the lead crystal the dragon fetus
in the pyramid spawned by the pornography of science just
goes to show how to fill an ash tray with my grand father's memory
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