Minions Of The Light Poem by Francis McGill

I got the electric city blues,
Jolted by urban decay,
Spasmed by tarred breathless mania,
Shot through by trampling black Fridays,
Shocked by frenzied countdowns to nothings,
(Vampires Zombies Internets) -
Finally tilted over by us, our social beast,
"We the people, "
Buttered onto electric lit stove,
Burned in own gas valves for fireworks.

Outbreaks of inner electric catatonic
Specialties slip into our caffeine,
Spurring us alongside momentary spaces
Of mausoleums, boardrooms, lecture halls,
Jitterbugs to win and dine and get suits and higheels,
(at the starbucks) (with headphones in) -
Peopled by naysayers, pundits, loiterers, lawmakers,
Believers in the day to come,
Righteousness in yellow fingernails translucent teeth,
Souls to sell images for commercial airtime.

Rushed into Times Square,
Glitzed by jewfish Men billboards,
Capitalist road signs blink blink blink,
All electricity fused to kindle spines,
Make smiles jeer from artificial autosuckers,
(Jiffy Lube hatchback Roadrunners) -
Frayed spray hair tweens and women alike,
Exposure to American mirrors,
Malls and bars where future husbands dwell,
These holy incandescent light bulbs powered by efficiency.

Twenty-four. hr. tickers tock markets prophesize
Downtrodden trustfunds Eurounions eroding complaints
War breaks out at four dollars a gallon goddamnit
Peacemakers quench godthirst blazing up bodies,
Soiling sacred texts with correct urine's twentyone century,
(Israel Palestine intimate teatime) -
Drenching burning lamps held by virgin wisps of certainty.
Teardrop, fast food now smothers its special sauce
On us, "we the people, " who slurp radioactive
Juicy cowburgers, ah… combustion.


They wring my hands and boil hydropower sweat.
Turn it into music from constant rotation.
That electric city blues has lost its bell,
Filled now with synthetic jingle hoot hoots,
Microwaving your brain cells to imitate its own imitations,
(Sitcom TV laughcans purest dopamine bliss)
Eighty billion and country, minions of the light,
Blinded by HD clips of ease, the eyes alone
Feel Earth's own breeze blowing,
America's blackout coming.