Poem One-Hundred-Two

Love songs and
Lethargic singularity keep people walking;

Deaths of blind men and
Delicious blankets of skin dissolve like candy upon the tongue;

Original lives and
Origamical limbs tied on with loose, twine strings;

Raping the imagination and
Raging against the empty minds who stand by and watch;

Giggling tear-Keepers who cannot see passed their own psychosis and
Grinning twin-souls who set off the bombs for the cash;

Painting the kinds of things that should never be seen and
Preaching for the kindling that shall be burned for the gods' sake;

Xenophobic's who call their native lands strange and foreign and
Xeric beasts who cackle as they herd up the run-aways of other lands;

Mommies who never get themselves the perfect face and
Monday which neglect the sight of beaten children;

Faggots who refuse to accept that God doesn't want them and
Forgetting to abide by those old, ancient things;

Homosexuals who only want to be and
Hunger for the ones who violently refuse to accept them;

Zealot religionists are at the door, saying the sons and daughters are unclean and
Zero will be allowed to make it to paradise, they say;

Colors of xsturgical mind-systems are shining through the artificial night and
Cannibalistic xylographic messages appear on local town front stoops;

Yells sound where no one can hear them and
Yesteryears wonder what is in the future;

Aborted zebroid lies and failed escape plans and
Abstract zol smoke floats and creates the world;

Judgemental, quadrennial cycles leave unprepared families in grief and
Jealous but quixotic grooms pay to have their soon-to-be brides branded;

Executions expose the bodies to be vermigerous and
Elegant Vermillions crowd around to infect themselves;

Blushing, yonderly girls stand on the picking stage, waiting, and
Bitching street corners fill with propaganda and conspiracy posters;

Ignorant birds in umber uniform peck and caw and
Imaginations unleash themselves from the docks of civilization;

Killing the paciferous nature of the Old Soul and
Killswitching the paedophagic New Souls who don't belong in their ranks;

Waking in the dark, wondering what would be gone today and
Wars of Disease liberating zones of quarantine for the healthy;

Negativity in the minds of those who think they're doing right and
Needles and nails mean harm inside the guts of the strange;

Quitting just because the others around oneself give up and
Questions left unanswered and judged because no one dares answer them;

Time will guess when to speed-up or slow and
Traitorous, galactophorous Will's feed the mind to accept time;

Subliminal hells crave more instruments of use and
Severities rain hollow on those trying to climb the stairs of knowledge;

Violence energizes the crowds as they spill forth and
Violets hushed the blushing, bitching maiden;

Unity stands frozen in the spines of those who fight and
Ugliness smiles encouragingly upon those who decide to step out of their boxes.