prosaic hints of insanity

at thirty eight no body there to push just arguments against a killer s 22 i took into the wood father had too many sins under his belt to bring up use of this old pump almost like he wished to cry about a having to then feed or practicing on wintering ruby and golden crowned kinglets leaving lead and holes in dog and cat pets just because he could and wave it off by never knowing whether they had lived died or made homes then whimpering in horror there s that kill in every child alone left with the gun but i preferred a notion wild life as adult over the toxins tearing from our very souls our life like corporate care kill packaging well our being spelled out by our ever greater massing soul of our consumer pretense that all seaweed shakes and soy snacks save the whales i look at their mechanic farm and smell rat shit putrid as putrid as the sickened chickens mere weeks old yet still and hanging dead fat on their own byproduct leaking our same evil stench ar those our squealing children of a mutant fucking corn so what qualities are we seeking beyond this selfish nature and what apple of what god s eye has no plank splintering its vision and what is that shit injected into flesh sucked from the multinational racket s guarantee of evergreen protection from pain and the bleeding faces of dies who believes this crap of fool s gold multiplying so that all will taste sweet flowers only and none and nothing will ever suffer again what is in this death that is not gold and can you leave the earth behind protect her children we must live as either gods or fools with this our destiny we re not evolved without our freedom we are animals without our land the puppets of our kings drinking soiled water eating mined queen soil taking without complicity s clues erupting in flagrantly timid consciousness it is easy to hate killing from our pet warm tuffet lapping spring baubles and so very easy to hate those bullets tearing tv pflesh munching popcorn with the oil of these million beans counted it s hard to remember our thousand sins of cruel extermination at the hands of agriculture manufactured sprawl rape in the name of generally everything we have from the bullet of our taking with every take combining beasts of these our fields so don t pretend to care beyond your green horror movie squealing at the blood blood is nothing it is meant to be shed death is nothing all are meant to die you are nothing we are meant to be fearless from the forest to trinity s nothing church it is the living that matters not those few seconds of light fading from a life given to the promotion of death a promotion so well represented and so universal that our holiest of books praise its giving nature and our most earthly flesh is honed by its tale murder is the bastards stealing death murder is that many headed manchild spouting laws to quench the evolution of our soul by bursting body s seams of lust and selling multiplication free of our restraint for the sake of this our fired prophecy we are the vandals on this block with or without reaching into torn remains of brother and our sister feast that programmer used fright we all tear our mother s cunt fucking out with our criminal torturing ignorance all at the command of falsified document and user programmed fright there are no metaphors here and there are no valid degrees easing this slide into an extermination greased only by living human bodies and not the working bones of primitives now seems more the time for a new cannibalism than our lame and worthless indignation at the exchange of flesh we should trade us all for hunter s smiles and victim sense at this death of death give me death or give me liberty or just get me the hell out of this degenerating loop of stupidity in rank wools clothing our degrees in destruction deserving jobs which return our investment in suffering death and promissory notes never destroyed in protecting soft lives just as salvation is a job of crucifixes and nails in hand so is this a rant of foolish desire mirroring all fools just as deaths spell cash in undertaking circles so this is a spell that undertakes to fool all just fools undertaking to ignore all ignoring this justice nail and tooth for that matter beneath our vaulted and delicate greening fleshthis may well be a little reminder to myself to get back on my happy pills Written March 1st, 2002 © on Apr 24 2002 09:45 PM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV   16 • 10 • 9