--Lined up mournfully in a moody swing
The jazzy rhythm of silent footsteps
Carry non-existent
Urban things
As neon burns and soft spoken ashes
Light up and set aflame
Themselves
Into a bright conundrum
Preaching false pretense
And unjustified statute--
Towering minarets fall
As abused by the muezzin
Dancing in a grotesque minuet
Society and its stillness
Shall not sing
Against its queen.
They turn their heads away
In successful beat
After beat
After beat
Of injustice.
“they shall not sing.”
Poisoned by hopeless idealism
And hopeless belief
They are left perplexed
In salutary misery.
“I shall indulge in salted salmonella
And wait for my incoherent thoughts
To come and save me.”
Rebellion.
God sleeps a wink and leaves His children
To do the smiting for him.
Rebellion.
The saints watch in agony.
As blood soaks the grayish city streets.
And the men drown themselves
In pointless phylactery
Trying to seize the Salvationists
From making believe
That they could actually retrieve
What’s left
Of the spoils of humanity.
Society is thrust
Into an amalgam
Of antipathy
And subversion
And apathy.
While those too weak
Jump into a pool
Of toxic perfidy
The pungent stench
Gagging all punctiliousness
And raping all forms of innocence.
“The sinful swim in hot lucre and are filled with hollow rapture.”
Drenched in acid sweat
Those of the working class
Dissolve under a tyrannical sun
That curiously inebriates itself in
Common kakistokracy.
“We fall prey to time."
Conspiracy.
God shows His mercy through conspiracy.
“Your sweet little lies show their crystalline eyes.”
God shows His mercy through conspiracy.
In the afternoon,
In the night that turns dawn.
Time turns its tables on itself.
And undoes
Whatever playful fiasco
It has made—
--Lined up mournfully in a moody swing
The jazzy rhythm of silent footsteps
Carry non-existent
Urban things
As neon burns and soft spoken ashes
Light up and set aflame
Themselves
Into a bright conundrum
Preaching false pretense
And unjustified statute—
…how perfectly created are the ways the ants work to survive…
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