Desert Poem by Ethan Moyer

Desert, hot death.
Kokopelli bums,
Burning in the afternoons
Hot with the death rhyme of the
Acid Queens practicing slaughters
For the great cactus of
Sacrifice.
We’re for the gods,
We’ll die in Arizona & Baghdad.
And in the caves the natives burned pages
And caught babies for Holden Caulfield.
Writing sad passages for Walt Whitman
And wept for Allen Ginsburg;
For the tragedies of America.
Martian Luther King Jr.
John Lennon
And Kennedy.
Who will lead the next revolution
For the religions of law?
For the scrutiny of the media
And love of The American Reich?
Deserted morality
Deserted for mortality
Obscenity is the breaking point
For preaching rebel verses criticality cynically,
Clinically deserted from reality,
Left hot with tireless morbidity,
In suburbia, the city streets, reeking
Death for widespread misery.
America lost it’s virginity,
Turned in it's midnight hour,
Dour in apathy,
Doused fantastically without morality
With a loss of reality,
Bleeding painfully from her period,
Cherries broken widely and desperately
To where integrity blooms desolately
And modesty becomes an industrial catastrophe,
Reaching critical capacities of
Littered war-bodies, mangled with hypocrisy.
And honesty ends it's divinity with divine tragedies,
From gods and presidents and majesties.
And madness begun to singe like burning trees,
As the reich of the world preached genocide genesi,
Sickening,
Pearls and golden rings,
And all sick with material things,
Prostituted before god's broken wings,
In manic dreams, of broken scenes,
Ecstasy screams in eternity.
Scurvy fraternity,
Lean in the midnight hour,
Deserted all maternity,
The world’s maternity!
And the world hung openly
In gallows of castrated reality.
Galleries and graveyards
Of sandy death and desert
Understanding,
Unforgiving, blinding,
Binding serpents of the day,
Run the festival, and
The feast of the roses.
Hysterically dictating
Avocations of life,
& Poor Displays of
Free will and all it’s enthusiasm;
An ethereal unrealism,
Trapped in prisons before
Prisms, cause no-one cares to
See you through,
Ones care to see you gone.
Who are one to judge?
It can’t be one cause
No-one could please
Another one, because the
One is billions and
The mind is endless,
Reckless and
Detests this
Un-natural
Bad-land
Of
Deserted
Under
Standing.
Drown
Me,
Before
I
Be-
Gin
Planning
Suffocating.
Fear
& Drown
Ing,
Hard
Er
To
Bre
Athe;
Will
Sick
Ly
Shr
Oud
Ing,
Sand
Storms
Slow
Ly
Crow
Ding.
For
Get
The
Mind,

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