Minotaurian Mortician Mirror Melody Without Moratorium After Bukowski Dinosauria We Thanks To Terri Turrell Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Drawn scorn forlorn like this
In and through this
While the bulk of skulking hulks balk, face trial
While retorse remorseless Dr. Death retorts tut-tutting,
titters on tits up tortured tottering tatters,
While lift lives break down aching, stealthily taking stock
While societi­cal labyrinth dislocates
When super market staff are bagged withholding knowledge to the nth degree
When oily fish recoil from more oilier or pray
When both sun and son are gasball masked
We are
Torn like that
out of that
tunnelled into care­fully planned dead end wars
shunted, pained, through unshuttered shattered warehouse windows of unvacuumed void
across bars where inmates are no longer mates
with cuff links that manhandle shoot­ings and knifings up their sleeves
As if unborn between that and this this
While hos­pi­tals are so expensive that grim reaper gets high
While lawyers charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
While count[r]y jails are full and the Icarus fallen
While silver spoon idols are cyclically raised and cast down by poor common un-he[a]rd
Born out of that
Waking, walk­ing, taking, stalking, talking raking through this
Living in spite of this
Mutating because of this
Emasculated
Dissipated
Discarded
Be_cause effect of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Sapiens sickened by this
Sapiens as food chain preying man_'tis
homunculus
By this
hearth is flatterned
fin­gers reach for carrot ID
gung ho
half life
terror_wrist
fin­gers preach backward irre­spon­sible god
fin­gers beseach bot­tle
pops pop mas' pills
traces pow­der faces
First torn from pleasurable darkness
firstborn into a governments' trillion years debt manage_meant
to bank on dis_inter­est as unreimbursable as an insolvable sable engulfed shake down sand island,
unjust banks, just bust, burn lusting
maw for more rash cash backlash,
closed shop street assassination,
institutional procrastination,
guns and roving mob_in_ability
Land polluted
Food Monsanto putrid
Atom outweighing a tome as I_ran from more the mull_I_ah!
Earthquake explosions displacing expostulating populations along 'I hate! ' de_fault li[n]es
Androids chip off the old block
as spaced out rich watch time from hunky dory hunker bunkers.
Milton's Paradise lost forever
Sun, sons, unseen as if it had always been right,
Fauna, flora, extinct,
Can I ball? replaced by cannonball cannibal
at sea upon polluted environment
as watershed freshwater open sources evaporate
while acid rain becomes golden shower
The last feud survivors over taken dis­ease, left down under without undertakers
few takers left for pacemaker peacemakers to dis_re_member jumping ship shapes
Sattelite stations off the rails
supplies undemanded.
Unnatural defect of half-life decay - die no saurian -
expect the most irritating static ever heard
geiger counter net clicks against black background of universal hum.
Born out of that,
sun, unbidden,
meditates next sevenday wonder verse...

Dinosauria we
Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.
Charles Bukowski

(9 February 2010)