howl: a citation i

i see the best minds of the new generation, blowing

their minds with drugs, wanting

to experience everything through time

which is eternally present

and all time pours into every moment,

talking about lady gaga as if

she were on par with Dosteoevsky, skiing in the Alps

flying through space

and dying

like homeless souls,

blinding lacking all discourse of reason,

lacking all perspective like modern art,

spewing sarcastic gigoloes

off the coast of their lips, mumbling obscenities

and playing the race card as a last resort,

 

what words, words, balls  batted with discourse,

blindingalltheseasons,

what do these souls intuit

in the alley of souls? women betted off to the winner of contests,

Ms. Universe jacked off the titlewave of fame,

savoring the moment which like Moloch

eats away at our souls, fragments our minds like hard broken candy

through the tunnels of our dark selves/ shelved in cabinets

of hidden jewels,

secreting bleeding sorrows out to rake the leaves of the past,

speak moloch, speak

Goddess, open my mouth

off the coast of Lesbia,

speak Goddess, open the Minoan doors, my Minoan priestess,

as you spoke to Ginsberg, speak to me,

do not make me into the Priest of Ate,

help me Priestess, sing my song.

women come, thinking reason the fault of all things,

castrating men for the sake of revenge

for a patriarchal order, let loose the world behind sheer grace,

where all the world is a show

and our bodies are loosened like curtains in the wind,

only to feel the erotic bliss of the lotus eaters

who eat every moment like hippies

but still discriminate,

letting their hair loose like FALLS,

they will soon tear apart the bodies and souls of men

and deliver them to hades,

buried sorrows within their souls find no solace,

speak moloch speak moloch

what have we done to be cast into such a world?