CORPSE CONFETTI
Having lost himself in the desert of despair,
(you know the one at the edge of every city) and
therefore exposed an infant and unprepared, for when
the rains came his mind then turned to mud.
In these surveillance days the only hiding is in
plain view, and all it takes to be a Warrior is to
tell the truth. As the Orobos consumes itself so does
ones youth, but in these Corporate days the Corpus
is just a ghost. He was thinking that Language is
Significations unintentional accomplice, like Lust
is to Envy, like dead men in hallways after drug
deals gone wrong; like an injection is to boot.
Its just like the old world, but we have computers,
Depravity seems on the rise and there are darker rumors
of dystopia and draconian control, the modern Babylon,
innocence a commodity; the sickness growing, and
its not disputed. Murder on the streets and eluding
the Police as entertainment in every movie;
making a killing in a casino and fucking on the run,
the eroticism with which the actors stroke their guns.
A man killed for eating is ‘long pig’ in pidgin and I
hadn’t dropped acid when a documentary about cross-dressing
cannibals was on the television, don’t laugh, dead eyes
seeing other men as meat, the horror from the screen. And
here soon robots in suits will be jumping out of buildings,
newlyweds in Hummers, crack pipes at the ready, showering
in death confetti, sexy back on the radio, heaven in a clippy
bag, hell in a shoulder holster, damnation in a briefcase,
eternity an uncertainty.
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