Tuesday, 6 February 2007

Utopia

vast despairing dark deeds Death dormant mere words or mortal aspirations
and some such things like melancholy
laughter at unsubtle humour or pauses without punctuation and
blatant bad breath or other afflictions.
disjointed Joyce-like latin american you-know-what mojo stories violence and love
and hatred and sex but all without rhyme and reason to water plants of insanity,
insincerity strikes like rabies ;to die of hydrophobia and you wake up and find
dogs and cats and rats all vampyre bats
blood sucking instruments of poetic justice. but you don't think it matters much when
the debate is poetic justice versus poetic liberty because all roads lead to Rome
Gypsies don't call Bohemia home and Utopia is a land no map will show
Only your mind which moves about like your mojo and mainly vegetables don't grow
much in kitchen gardens in this Utopia
no punctuation again no cause for much pause-only obsessive dreams and angst ridden ideas
as expectations exceed the insincerity
insanity bites the dust lust you must...
where are you when they kill your neighbour
where are you when they kill your child
where are you when they kill you
you should attend your post mortem and a most post-conscious concept to do so
you can see your heart and kidney and spleen and your bile and your brain and all that is green
and call your journey through some strange idiotic epic,some land
only a utopian or some such understands. give of your best to the master what master
comma or coma or trauma and you know that they don't want to know
who's dead;wouldn't mind it so if it was you and you and you and you....
dimensionless-Death and all the stories of endless lifetimes and eternal sorrows
trial-tribulations-jubilation-celebration-
without pause or punctuation but with mojo
like all higher feelings all together now and call me later;please call will you; I love you and I love it and I love shit and I love liberty and equality and mojo
and endless decisions and never any justice.

2 comments:

ushmi said...

miss ARSE...i found you...without your sending me any link...and i searched for you...i do not think you would have spared any such effort for the likes of me and mine...

*pout*

Arse Poetica said...

i would have.