the machine
the machine is an automatic painter
whitewashing all persons and personalities
to dress them up
make them appear as mere cogs,
gears, nuts, and bolts
Jesus and Martin Luther King Jr.
For example
Just listen to the true cogs,
gears, nuts, and bolts
listen to them describe Jesus
they talk about crucifixion, resurrection, and virgin birth
while supporting the capitalist system which implies poverty
do any of them actually read the gospels?
these so many Protestants, Catholics, and ignorant nonbelievers
as they whitewash Jesus
make us forget he ever said anything about
a comparison involving a camel going through
the eye of a needle
the same goes with MLK
no one in elementary public school mentioned
he had any opinion about war
that he said
America is on the wrong side of the revolution
the machine wants to paint these two pacifists
as if they’re mere mechanics
tuning and bettering the machine
not enough seem to notice
these architects with wrecking balls
asking us for a little help
TV-watching habits
a recent experiment
regarding TV-watching habits
funded by the Presidential Administration
illustrated proven beyond a reasonable doubt
that watching violence on TV
that doesn’t result with punishment
will make a person more aggressive
and more accepting/encouraging aggressive behavior
such as watching war movies
where the heroes sweep in
and only a couple out of ten thousand die
and everyone else in American society lives happily ever after
this causes subjects to drastically increase their support of
violent behaviors such as
domestic violence, drunken bar fighting, murder, and war
and the Presidential Administration laughed it up
aren’t you outraged?
sale in the men’s section
buy one pair of Banana Republic pants and get the second 75% off
there the woman stood
in plain clothing
with a white gag in her mouth
that read:
aren’t you OUTRAGED?
pondering
and answering
apparently not
as I dance on rippleless waters
telling myself I’ll do it
someday in the future
fooling to think it’d be better to wait
until sometime later
then
then I thank the
wonderful woman with the white gag
for asking a question
a so subtle question
that I had to answer
is alienation
the fundamental flaw
of this great nation
is alienation
caused by calibrations
directing souls away from humanness
into television sets
which alienates
through lack of sociality
through lack of physical fitness
through lack of intellectual growth
through lack of almost anything
that would help define you
as a human being
we’re social creatures
so where is the community?
probably buried somewhere in the giant lawns
that separate our suburban castles
castles played like pawns
who will wager on
the continuing apathy caused by alienation
as they continue to control and kill
you at their will
papal totalitarianism
doubts about democracy
the masses, who know nothing of politics and economics
deciding our leaders seems to be a bad idea
if they even really decide our leaders
it’s very possible political machines still exist
playing puppets on parade for international media
it’s very possible the past two elections
were fraudulent. I guess this makes me a
conspiracy theorist though like any theorist
I could be right
for a while
I’ve began to believe it’d be better
to have a benevolent dictator
some might call me crazy
even my fellow peers at mass
who have no vote in the top decisions of the Church
I believe in the pope and centralized executive authority
for they get things done
and do not have to appease and masturbate the masses
when they’re wrong, he can tell them they’re wrong
I believe there’s no reason
we should let abstract ideas like
democracy and capitalism
put up barriers from creating
a consistently stable society
where everyone can eat
and no one gets shit on
commercial commercial
watching television
commercial
commercial
story with all the adjectives synonymous
to terrible, awful, atrocious, shameful, evil
so many colorful words
for some uncolorful tomato
it was sometimes news
other times a raving uninformed lunatic
making some tomato equal to a Roman Bishop
and to a hole-y third
and I wondered about something I read
about Chicago reporting at least one murder
every night for seven years
I thought about all the religious figures
talking in the TV
and wondered if at eight o’clock
they’d talk about the family
whom had their father sodomized by Democratic God Givers
the one with the woman and children
each ones’ limbs torn apart by a stray cluster bomb
they had a pair of cousins
later get shot in the head
by the Democratic God Givers
in a failed raiding of
a suspected financier of suicide bombers
i wondered
commercial
commercial
commercial
that one continent with half of the world’s population
Japanese tea
Chinese Tai Chi
Vietnamese Capri-s
Pol Pot’s scandal
compiled these sandals
Ding-dong
Hong Kong
delivers to you
Final Fantasy 22
a nine
suddenly silent, staying still as smoke
rises from my mind for quite some time
a nine
a random, ridiculous, nonsensical numerical nailing my nerves
a nine
as a result of genius, grandiose, gurus’ guidelines
demanding you structure it like this
use this certain tone
and never ever use humor
it can’t be truly academic and intellectual if one uses humor
I reminisce on the ridiculousness
yet question my competence
even though I certainly couldn’t care less
when I initially composed
a nine
why does such ridiculousness
cause weariness and feelings of incompetence
maybe dropping out is the answer
learn plumbing, construction, and such things
and be able to actually do something
gin of oxygen
I’ve been breathing on the couch with you
turning and craning and pushing for view
of somebody else’s lives
dancing in front of you
a whisper a faint
a phantom fool to view
though the screen the truth gets filtered out
you can’t understand from the outside
see you breathe
in that gin of oxygen
we got plenty to use up
steal an extra precious few for you
I don’t understand your inquiry
no one has the control
we just whisper some notes
and float on our boat
no paddles peddling to particular somewheres
Catholic Homilies
Does it make me a Protestant
to wish mass would
end after the readings and homily?
Because I like Catholic homilies
I don’t want to have to become Protestant
and have to hear Protestant sermons
just because
I don’t want to waste so much time
to eat bread and drink wine
are we still pretending it’s some divine
magical spell to make us feel well
because we ate Jesus
and Jesus is in us
and can’t be in hell
we still believe in heaven and hell?
maybe I shouldn’t be Christian
But I like Catholic homilies
I’ll pretend I believe
certain specific folks
arches are awfully
artistic and intelligent
they’re more than capable
at holding the building up
holding it up
so folks can go inside
and have a good time
but most folks
have other things to think about
other than arches
which hold buildings up
while letting you inside
probably good that there are
certain specific folks
who pay attention to things
like arches
five dollars
I paid her five dollars
to paint her nude body
onto a canvas in my dorm room
I smoked cigarettes
we were allowed to
while she smiled naked
I painted and talked to her
saw her naked smile
and after a while
she saw mine
and I gave her the time
it was more than fine
it was well worth my time
but unfortunately
she screamed it’s the police
they had a feed
from a hidden camera
for a drug deal four years before
but never removed
they’re taking us to tinsel town
for solicitation
a fancy word for prostitution
sooted in pollution
those orange jumpers
covered every hair
and the bench in the corner
I couldn’t smoke cigarettes
we weren’t allowed to
sell some tickets and have a ball
sandals kicked
new ones picked
the sun sets to rise
the bedroom
always looms
my head begins to lie
sell some tickets and have a ball
before killing myself over nothing at all
my gums bleed
so hard to eat
this is all I need
to look down and concede
a bottle, a fork
some intercourse
I look forward
basically bored
is there anything more
to matter when we’re just matter
in a different chemistry chapter
until I oscillate
to that higher place
with tickets and a ball
before it all begins to fall