Tag: Art

The Placebo Diaries (4)

D.R.;

After a fatal incision
of self infliction
I attended the autopsy
of humanity high on LSD
It was a questionable decision
. . . but that’s just me
The event was well advertised;

“Come witness the Mystery and
Rebellion at the World Famous
⭐ CARNIVAL of CARNALITY ⭐
~ Where The Flesh Is Weak
And The Clowns Are Hungry!”

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The Placebo Diaries (3)

Las Meninas Placebos

that sacred place

at the crossroads of existence

where piece by piece

Pablo disassembled his muses

upon a wafer of painted canvas

a sculptured vivisection

a patchwork of stained-glass

the transubstantiation

of a new wine frozen in time

the sacrament of broken flesh

a surgeon’s scalpel

the artist’s brush

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Empathogenesis

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Bursting forth
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the fiery breath
of a vengeful dragon
Smoke and dust swirling
Grasping flames
Hot tongues of venom
Shattered glass descending
as vicious rain
over everything broken
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question . . .
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”

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Master Racism

I followed the money trail
That sap laden root of evil
Through the land of Mordor
To the heights of Mount Doom
Only to discover
Under a shadow of gloom
The dark arts of Sauron
Veiled behind the illusion
Of a philanthropic institution
Euphemistically referred to as
A reproductive health foundation

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War on Drugs

For Those Missing In Reaction

In the darkest of jungles

I’ve hunted & collected

black market creatures

spawned from the crooked deals

of the well healed and concealed

criminal classes

riding high with Pablo & Carlos

in an altered cosmos

where the likes of Escobar

is some kind of super star

and heartbroken mothers

are left to clean up the mess

forever counting the cost

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The Hawaiian Motel

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I had just checked in
to the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
and was defrosting slowly
with a block of black ice
and a bottle of Wild Turkey
when the news broke …
the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll
that Brylcreem Adonis
had gone to meet eternity
He could rhythm & blues
the whole jail house block
at the Heartbreak Hotel
in his blue suade shoes
Elvis “the Pelvis” Presley
He could even
gospel his way
to the edge of reality
Heaven’s pearly gates
now blown straight to hell
A pill overdose?
Or perhaps
a Cheeseburger Deluxe
was the guilty party?
Time will surely tell
as the red neon
of a No Vacancy sign
flickers on
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel

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