Myth Mocker

all your gizmos and gadgets jostle and jimmy in my hands as the names brand blitz into my fore consciousness like an irregular drift suddenly caught captive as a distant signal lodged deep somewhere in the out there as blank or void repeatedly used to sign within kind of contractual obligation tallying a value and worth by a fascist fiscal earning that plagues throughout our conscious washing brain rattling on a barely legible chain or phrase in beginning souled with many names, and warped into a shape of linked cumulative actions strawed raw sinus cavity into obscenity as deemed necessary by trial and error until bleeding sometimes because love is the law though loving myself most of all it would seem is the highest priority as a heart wants to race in toward oblivion tragically overt in hypocritical distortion as it shows, reflex traces of the shuffling stasis describing us as unreal as usual, though who are we to bitch and to moan as people trying to conceal many parts of themselves substituting the folly of triviality to replace an exercising of stable practicality as principle survival tool as i am the liar’s patient waiting for an excuse to be used against me… the tacky sticky surface dwelling dealt smelling sweaty musky beasts that bother to put any clothes on as the ritual retreats into the background of marching feet treading social mechanism as soldiers on psychic assault armed to the teeth, the wizened war-bred bounding into the heats of hell’s highway county seat seeking any solutions that won’t spell a defeat for those helpless ideas with much to lose from these barbaric myths made a bloody cliche of ‘kill or be killed’ passed down foot to mouth as these conquerors painted red the world until the faltering power-mongers meet their ends, and it is the blatant drunks trying to soak a conscious empty through liquid short-lived bliss erasing the intelligence from inside that critical eye always open to glimpse for the staggering steps taken back when another disgraceful reenactment takes place to shift these pressures-that-be into where the strongest grip on a superstitious heroism can be changed into sacrificial claim to beat the better of snakes at their own game in this natural set and setting of things…

Posted by Friday on March 17th, 2014 in backwash, blogging, critical concepts. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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