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IF THERE BE A MESSAGE
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BINGEWATCHING bOJACK hORSEMAN
If there be a message
in these crazed rantings
of a madman
let it be spoken aloud
and clearly
Let the visions be plastered
on the screen
let the music be played
on accordion
and harpsichord
and listen to the whisper
of the winded sailors
coins in a jar; insect brushed
from a table
love of love supposed—waiting
for confirmation
The twisted arrogance of the general
leading soldiers to do battle
the warrior’s life
less the civilian
So hence in this dominion
of abject mystique
I attempt to find solutions
prescriptions for the plague
no leprosy admitted
entire armies frozen stiff
Passed words defrayed endorphins
set envision the Colorado Rockies
from 20,000 feet
and the cities of the West Coast
leave me dry
unable to penetrate the ultimate
wilderness of heart
Nietzsche’s return engagement set
for July
and all spirits hence expected
to greet the fervent disciple
of withered truth
Speak to us in riddles and rhyme
Zen Koans
Not understood
by the master or the ass
she is riding
Hence forth we sing and hope
some answer
to the question
Bloodletting on Saturday
and the sun still expected to make
the daily run
Mystic ballads sung by princesses
who smoked Moroccan hashish
and gave head to monks dipped
in the Holy Water
The soul purified in thought
never heard
to cackle a harsh or unkind word
but folly of philosophers and poets
who whisper to the North Wind
and follow the stars
south to southern state of the union
and all who lead
are assassinated by venomous snipers
Fear of disease unheralded
in estimated decision
worried of statistical death
and infected condoms that poisoned
the dolphins
that roamed the Atlantic Ocean
The truth of the soul left in
a trunk of a ’73 Buick
and everyone racing for a new start
No one heard the whistles of the doves
and all industry
faltered and left asunder in faith
Dreams of New York City and Cleopatra
in the park
lazing naked on a bench waiting
for me; for my love
but the impotence of failures past
remain startling
in whimsical alarm I strike out
the words of a comic
and dash off behind the curtain
trying to remain abysmally sane
in dog eared pages
of poetic musings
Ripped out; feverish impulse
the personas of the actors
in Shakespearean realm
though the dreams of youth be sullied
by the senility of presidents
and the cancerous touch of scholars
Let no stone be cast in gold
save the sole words of the prophet
who hid beneath the rocks of time
and carved sand castles by pork and attack
on the frozen beaches of Alaska
Throttling visions disturbed the play
of words
and glances exchanged in a bar
led to frolic and frenzy
but lustful heart
is overwhelmed by pork and attack
Unsettling beauty leaves us breathless
all theories nulled
by the latest scientific research
The rocks of our forebearers left
paintings in a cave
and we followed them like hunters
after a prey
Not able to detect a single flaw
or deformity in the scheme
still wandering over the mountains
dancing in a stream of light
The faith of the masses led along
on a hill top march
Nullified dreams are given by the lions
scanning the area
Visual stimuli on the screen to fire
up our quest
The seas are settled but the waters
retain the saltiness
of the bitter liquid of Neptune
Walking into a room with a globe
and a mirror
and a reflection of Nepal in a story
of archeological dig
and the yearning set in sequence
as all endeavors are continued
in this vein
I chanted for Maldoror
and Zarathustra
but these sages did not appear
on a mountain
falling down with a tablet of laws
though the thought arose
and was rejected as instant folly
Listless passion unforeseen in faith
the parental instinct of bees
are leery in battles of conscious mind
by the rantings of psychotherapy
and alchemy are faced by fraud
No more realms of dreams or hopes
of youth
Failure to comply with the show of strength
and all flaws
No more communication set thru sapphire
and clearance of channels
Who’s listening to the song
is singing the same dreaded song
Tapes of the Band playing and ears
turned to the wall toe eavesdrop
whisper
all those answers within a shell
Nevermore, the eagles and tigers mill
about their way
Detonation inevitable as the turmoil
reaches a Zenith
and all cease to know reason
or wilted flowers unfolding night
though
no more time thus granted
Consecrating lamplights on street corners
though the bricklayers build stores
The townspeople are restless as witches
are burned at the stake
no heralded papers are sent but visions
are elusive
Just canter along and pray
Dissident blood of martyrs in China
and Czech rebels
fired off under fantasy world of idea
and finally, all else can be ceased
but only
in time for a good night’s sleep
Such thought unheard of;
sparkling incandescent rubies
in the mine fields of the soul
it just goes on and on
infinite in wisdom
we just try to do our best
Nothing more asked
It’s all we can do though
everyone’s schemes are so grandiose
a little butterfly eludes the net
and we laugh;
as laughter is all that’s left
all that’s left
