Hypnoid Mortals Beyond Reproach
Graphic granite, ground into a fine
powder, mixed 1to1 with barium
Artesian well, from the bottom
of the L.A.river pre-packaged in
decaying plastic becomes our
Injustice fed by piecemeal for the
followers, desperate and hungry.
What have we become?
A collection of hypnoid mortals
Ejected from our pattern, thrown
into preformed geometric shapes?
Laying ourselves down on sheets
of mica, our books no longer used, stacked high as a nightstand beside
our multidimensional mattress.
We sink into our psilocybin dreams the sleeper, who cheapens reality,
by ripping dull pages from glossy magazines, model lives leave no excuse, to pay attention.
Deceived and dazzled we build
furrows with broken collarbone's
a garden for mother earth.
Rabbits and hares run screaming,
for Alice to rescue those who have fallen deep, into the rabbit hole
Generations, their nescient behavior
ingrained, has produced scum covered fish eyes, that cast
a downward glance at poverty
While Farceur, incessantly pens
for the elite, scheduling rehearsals
for the next disaster, drawing out the next pawn, in their game of life.