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POEM: Silent City

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SILENT CITY

Unappealing unrevealing this meandering of a meaningless mind
Stay tuned, skin-eating flesh melting consuming disease spotted in california
no notice of carbon copy cat cataclysm cancer crooning via TV
mass media video drome metronome nomenclature remote control consciousness
BMW oscar myer coca cola sea world anti-christ conspiratorial capitalist propaganda
seeping viewing coursing spewing from a fiber optic vaguely gothic
holy hole of super extended distant detached me me me instant gratification generation
communication breakthrough highway
noted as unusual, the usual female abductions
from shopping strip mecca’s malls like fly paper to lackluster lackadaisical rapists
and their prey drawn by compulsion and revulsion
Psychosexual deep confessional resolves to fashion and it’s dangers
pathetic parades marauding morose veterans of foreign wars
selling pink trash bags from oxidized wheelchairs
while thai opium flows in and out of asian made needles
day workers on daily corners
mexican wet in foot sweated side step lawn jockey do the things we won’t
beer bellied tan cowboy get ups sporting machismo mustached smiles
Asking for a hand out a leg up a life
meekly mannered whisperings of later wife abusive beatings
projected dejected infected affected immigrants of big business bowel movements
leaving them like ugly brown stains on the white tissue of white collared toilet seats
earth quaking soul-shaking mother tries to warn us
of her imposing doom hanging heavy
over our palm tree lawn tree free lined streets of stolen recycled el dorado gold
refrigerated freon spirits suspended animation seeking decontamination for their sins
the millions flee damnation from televangelist cartoon avengers
in packs of false prophets eyelashes and fishy propositions
changing names while pricking poison pens into the multitudes of selfless self esteemers sacrificial lamblike lambasted fingers squeezing blood till it runs green
command control stepford lives wind on and by
like stiff and sturdy cogs in the menial wheel of productivity
ATM fucking machines make more for the open endless mouth
of human greed and ignorance
and still the people move in silence

Written by Circe Link
July 1994
Copyright 1994. All rights reserved.

One Comment

  1. America, by Circe Link! Brilliant!!

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