face down smothered in the everyday smoke screen

my truth palate is as thirsty as fuck
turn my tele on and then flick it right back off
just when you’re ready to give the idiots around you a chance again
they never fail to amaze you with a new fresh scam
i turn my head for a moment to see if i missed anything
stumbling & bumbling to keep my window
wide open
what your dead god always had in mind
complete conquest of that human heart
developed by the same human heart
in the sad attempt at preservation of the
human heart
and that brain so
facile
so deadened and buried
our own creation backfired
and clearly without debate
all of our chosen scapegoats
our gods
with all of their glory authority raining down like napalm on our eyes
not wise
not moral
not decent
not clean & pure
like the billboards still say
those big type-faced lies on the side of the interstates
if our favorite choice fiction characters existed today
they would be homeless crack addicts
twitching schizophrenically
in some sewage ridden back alley
begging everyone that they might see walk by that alley entrance
to listen to their futile
ramblings
and if there was one iota of sensible babble
we’d lock them up in our institution of preference
throwing away the key
because anyone who doesn’t believe in the system at hand
needs to be flushed out
like the maggot filled feces that they are treated as
and flowing
down
down
down
‘neath the cities
roaming with the mole people below
tens of thousands of folks
who have left “civilization” for good
writhing in a
scathing
eternally dark
newness
a self-made blindness
tuning out
and
tuning in
to something else
a postponement
in which the rats and cockroaches await with them
for the final moment of idiocy
when the button is pushed
and the big boom comes
eliminating everyone above
do yourself a favor and get a sturdy umbrella
to keep yourself clean of the ash fall
grab a bar of lava soap
and head for the potholes
someone is ready
directly underneath
your new best friend
who saw it all coming