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