My lips are sealed
what do I have to say; my lips are sealed....what has happened is secret, I cannot delineate in words.I quit trying to write poetry years ago frustrated not by meter or rhyme but by meaning. The small things that make up a poem are beyond me, I see in words not the artist's easel, rather the drunkards hallucination. Experiences viewed through the mercantile mechanisms of commercial english as defined in dictionaries long gone stale and smelling of death and corruption, the impossibility of expressing sunsets beauty in a language gone sour bidding on fruits and tobacco.
This sunset is the best sunset I've seen since last winter when we had
the volcano. A million dollar sunset, the delicate shading of thousands
of
impurities in the air; the palest greens in man's imagination, the loft
of
majestic clouds. The brute insanity of discussing the world in a
language
of 40,000 words... 100,000 words, 12,000,000 words... the quanta of the
word reducing each dream and vision into a codon of indefinite worth.
The
smile of the Mona Lisa digitized and reproduced on 1980's style teletype
computers. The smell of bacon on a cold morning as calculated to 300
decimal places. How does one express oneself in this frigid drama of
experience compressed to a few hundred decimal places in some equation
the
mathematics of which we cannot even fathom...The english language pales
in
comparison to the animal passion of living.
ALLMIGHTYZERO
There is nothing in my head worth repeating ... the same old trash that we all experience every day the closing in of the fascist state... thou shalt not smoke cigarettes based on a poll of concerned voters. Nothing is sacred... The allmighty ZERO. Statistics show that .003 percent of people in cigarette smoking zones contract 10% more often than the general populace in a study of thirty two people over a six week period.
Tyranny
disguised as science must none the less be fought as tyranny. They
continue to fail to report the significant damage to health of All
Workers
in all Industries. Fire, machinery, malfunctioning equipment bought on a
budget, chemicals, heat, cold, CRT tubes, repetitve motion
syndrome...Work
is Death, of course the alternative is also death and living is
prostitution which Accounts for Holy Prostitutes... Life is holy. Life
is
prostituting your goals and desires to someone elses system: Prostitution
is holy.
The ancients loved that shit. Simple equations The TRUTH. Kurt Cobain had a simple solution. So did David MacNevan and Andrew Kratochvil. Picture yourself blue in a full length mirror naked to the waist, your veins open from the wrists to well above the elbows. Gaping new blue mouths in the crook of each elbow, a crushed grimace wrinkling your face.
Welcome to the dead end street in a universe of impossibilities. The universe ain't so simple. Who says there's no such thing as objective reporting.... the evil mind control lasers of the tarth 17#4** are in obvious perponderance on planet earth again but to no avail.
©Gregory Lee Jones jul95
