The Boundless Sphere Poem by raymond letsitsa

Solidified in a concrete jungle
Ideas mingle
like partners at a rendezvous with a deceased nickel
Call the Carte Blanche and make war
The love of the people is rotten
The ill-begotten state of affairs is swollen like circumcision
The decision is made
Sooner or later the government
Will whip cream us on marmalade
Chalk down the ideology of suffering kids in the street
The error's almost complete
Let bygones buy goons
in a plastic bag
and throw the trash
You'll invariably see me
on stage holding two revolvers out shouting 'gimme the Cash''
Instantly gratified
by clairvoyant significance
Spoken word too shallow for mere thought to comprehend
I in my omnipotence
Barely barefooted walking on hot coals creating ash
I cannot pretend
Hearsed in a circumstance versed in artificial artillery
Cursed by the witch's broom perchance
with a burst of emotion
filling empty coffins
at a cemetery
Bullets disperse freely
from these policemen's firearms
Platonic relationships created
through bribery in the higher markets of human life
Endless bloody trademarks
are the benchmarks of our continued strife.