Images
Things are drawn all about
This way and that
Way but there’s no way out
The hegemon of views
Continues to choose
What things of yours
You must lose
If you want
To live
To give
A little bit
Of yourself
For your lover’s health
Or your people’s wealth
A second epoch
Is in the offing
But I am sitting here
Like before
Losing
My mind
This time there’ll be
Less wine and grime
More fire and iron
To get the job done
Selling my soul
For a metallic
Rice Bowl
They should have known
The mirage unfolds
The legend is a folly
Nonetheless foretold
With all its agony
Created by a moment
Of blissful melancholy
Removed from
The toils of reality
Because
That’s my only Sanctuary
The world ends
This time, though
It won’t begin again
The flaw of the people
Their attachment
To their creations
Their utility-lacking
Creations
Fictions
Statistics
Religions
Noble Lies
Show the characters
Of such
Things
People
We
Are no more
Look below
Where did we go?
I do not know
I toil at my own illusion
And revel
In my own confusion
Celebrate
My carefully crafted
Delusion
Your seduction
My naked aim
My lessening
Of pain
My escape
From attachment
I move to detachment
Destroy the government
We, no we
Don’t speak
For any of
US
Gone
We are
Off in the dust
And debris
Of integrity
Images
We see
Images
We found
Where life
Was
Before
Life I remember
Seeing once
It had in it
A great harmony
With technology
And naturality
People would smile
Even if they knew
Now we smile
Because we know not
The path of pursuit
We consistently eschew
For the images we do
All the things
We were told not to do
But hell
It’s just another beer dude
Another one
Done got nude
Through the clouds
Of hell we flew
Through our Images
Of Right
We surrendered
In the fight
So now
We live in the Dying Night
(Because we forgot to rage against the dying of the light)
We listened to Images
Forgetting to
Use our Ears
And that thing between them
Geographically
Spatially
But in spirit
Always capable
Of being everywhere
At
once