Padding

Padding

Spend you whole life
Padding
The sharp corners of experience
With a stupid lie of security
And soon you will end up
An absolute
Bore.

the dead eyed

The dead eyed

The dead eyed middle
Little souled man ladle
Spoonful’s of experience
One
At
A
Time

Into their broke bank
Dusty limpid dripping little
Men.

With nothing to blow blow blow
Out of themselves great torrents of mad expression because

They have
Been
Delegated
To
deletion

Go to work
Spare me
Your America

Justice

Justice

What of just us
Just our totality
Free of monsters
And the mist of mystery
Just us

What of the clean mechanism
Of mind, of flesh, of naked us
Creative interesting thoughtful us
Free unashamed humans
Sunlit humane generative us

Give me the straight shot
I weary of muddy Neolithic alienation
Masks of the gods, bloody ashen smirked
Lies upon lies upon lies olden lies
To tie yourself in riddles
The tales of children needing
Star stubbed blankets
The blind clinging fear struck sniveling gods
Away with them

Give me the good green earth and us
Made complete
Free well developed us
Let this be a creed