sometimes
when the beast unwinds
and sinks its polished fangs
into the twisted veins
and capillaries of my mind
i find i'm metamorphosized
with fuel-injected invective
a mass-mediated derelict
misdirecting emotions into
anti-venin words
barely heard by a functionally
illiterate flock of fuck-ups
uh...hello...can you read me
loud and clear...?
he's breaking up
he's breaking up
i fear.
i fear i fear i hear
white noise crackling
in static intent
along bent and half-skinned
wires of generational
miscommunication
where 'humane' equals 'insane'
filtered from humanity
and the sum becomes
so much less
than the substance of its
relative parts
an organism without a heart
is merely a virus
shot into the collective cells
replicating its hollow hell
with a carbon copied
rna of half-baked
conformist ideals
cloned and intoned
with the squeal of lambs
at slaughterhouse doors
which becomes a symphony
in ears accustomed
to apathy.
can you feel the passion?
do you fake a reaction?
from the day
the first monkeyman
pounded sound
into sandstone symbols
hieroglyphic beats,
primitive humanity
sank carnivorous teeth
into the bloodbath of emotion
known as artistry
cannibalism was a vogue thing
then
a feast of lust and rage
and joy and sorrow
which has now fully blown,
evolved into a binary
sleet of uno and zero
god, where'd we go
wrong?
when the heartbeat song becomes
looped and distorted
bought out and converted
into dollar signs
and ticket lines
built by corporate minds
who need to urge the masses
to
just
try
it.
and why is it
when i'm at my desperate worst
i feel it then, within
the wretched shrink-wrap
of my skin
feel it unfold
in a thunderous bolt of comprehension
through my soul
and at that split juxtaposition
of infinitives
nothing matters but the poetry
which inevitably,
without remorse,
devoid of excuse
bleeds into melody
unforgiving
unrebukable
and it becomes history
coagulated in humanity
my legacy, my fallacy
a relentlessly distracted
half-hummed
rhapsody.
-- j sheridan fenn 1997
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