Living in a boarded-up brothel, casting no aspersions
at all and ever on, or prayers to the holy
father casting judgement, for He has no hands to feel
eyes to see or heart to beat, being only
a fact of existence, that He’s done
what He did is a world worth living
for after all, I resent
the magic of it, the love expressed
among the infinite variations on one
three-chord structure, emotion seeped
in splattered paint, subliminally experienced
fractures of society, family and personality
existing as the background noises
of life, living is the background behavior
of death, whatever, the fact is
it’s fascinating to be alive, whatever happens
to this planet, so just pay attention.
While present, vigilance is warranted
for in the end, the truth,
it burns like a scar forever
joyous, horribly lovely
screeching pain forever, mangled organs
parade across bleating elephants
put butt-to-butt, but it’s funky
which is all that matters, because, joyful tranquility
is a salve, not a solution, the only option
available is a bullet, to speak truth
he loudest way possible to the powerful,
life and death being the only
things they understand, by the truckloads
we must die, randomly in tragic
happenstance or poisoned
by the groundwater blood, flood of death
come through merciful, hopefully
we’ll have made it count, in the end.
So if as we’ve surmised death is rendered
senseless by the fog, and our limbs could separate
at any moment, so to speak, or literally
because things that crazy have happened,
pointless chaos is the writ, but hope demands
clergy bound strong, chaining penitent
to the sky by their eyes is the way
to retain subservience, perhaps happy
songs jump to the ceiling, but as one
all dance alike in the church, into the future
without armor, knowing there is but one
way to be, hotshot, vulnerable
open and recording, for memory is all
that exists in the mind, malleably unreliable
as it is, existence can appear as a torture
storm or not, for the end is a mirror
of the past, showing that happiness
is a lie to yourself, until its not
behind you anymore, for it is always
there, just open the door to your soul.