The Chasm of Society

i am sitting; rigid
     on the penetrating cock of society
spending money on; cigarettes
                 alcohol
                       green salvation
while my peers fuck in the holy school yard
           and i watch them from the blinding double devil device
wondering where i went wrong
in
     the side-splitting,
     hysterical reality
that pushes my soul through a sieve into the abyss
                                       s
                                       s
where
i suppose my mother vacations in lou of chemo therapy rooms
                    or sleep
i can see her there; with others
but only in dreams of dancing death and demons and pop songs
who spin around sharp poles
ripping my earth from the seams and exploding the fragments into
the black sin of space
where my nightmares learn cruelty from record executives and little marble men with small dicks and onion breath
reeking of a day filled with tyranny and oppression
against; jews
     muslims
     pagans
and the lot of dream makers with poor voices and no talent
who all sit atop ruins of history
                 love
                 religion
praying to forsaken gods for prophets or redemption
while i wait;
craving for a sharp pinch of life
like the sex maiden matriarch of my tribe
while infidels float on lily pads waiting patiently for my next step down the trodden path of conformism

down the tile floors of shopping malls where my cousins gorge on victoria’s well known secrets
all from her little black book;
written by the whores who fuck her ceo’s
small business burns
for long gone are the days of mom and pop strip clubs or
moonshine mills
and long gone is brilliance from those mad or magic
scorched witches with red hair
i think of them often; locked away in towers of time
getting to know van gough and stalin
while i am stuck behind palace walls
                                                     trying to find reasons to do battle with the fairies in the mote
and as i stand above tulips and death;
i ponder things never to be known
but rest easily still;
regardless of; rapists
                murderers
                death bringers; and
bad news bearers
                                                           that tap against my flimsy windows at night
knowing they are for naught;



                      for society will surely kill me first