Joyous Horror
Along with the Water came the Blood
Not to mention plagues and floods
The Earth grounds us
Egomaniacal and grotesquely introspective,
Self-obsessed Will to do-what-I-want-to-do
Food, Water, nourishment and care
For the Animal Body, I
Delicate fabric of narratives
Projected as "the World,"
"The Cosmos ?"
How many Dimensions?
How many?
5 or 6 say You? -
Wise Ape?
And what of "the world" outside the radar
of our sensory apparatus?
Is there an Ethics which promotes Wonderment?
Enchantment has been sucked dry by
Psychologisms ... now wedded with Medicine
To ensure the Psychiatric Dictatorship
Is there joy, Wise Ape, in calling out the Ego? [is this "thinking against oneself?"]
Isn't it best to let the Delicate Ego rest?
Priests bring Peace to the Masses
Why Peace?
Why do aging mothers insist
Their sons "think positive"?
Why mother?
It is not my responsibility to
Justify your nonreflective birthing
of Me
Might the True Self not relish
the thought of the Floods and Hurricanes?
From a distance ... a great distance
How can I cry for another's hunger?
Those who survive floods and hurricanes,
I think theymight experience some kind of
Mystical Awarening = Deep Sense of Humor
To see the wealthy arrogant pricks,
The mean-spirited, nasty Mall-Rats
Hordes of Religious Devotees
Crashing their gort-mobiles
Trapped in over-filling parking lots
To see it all wrecked
By the Old Gods
It's fuUcking HILARIoUS !
Code Pink? Code Red?
They're dead, I'm fed
Skeleton limping about
Walking in a Sacred Manner
I am in awe of this wonderous horror
We animal mind-bodies are trapped in
All my scribbled math notes
The trail left by a Devoted Disciple of the Weird
Could be destroyed naturally
By Fire or Water
The stomach knows that it is
A few weeks away from starvation
At all times: THE PRESENT
We are only a few hours from discomfort anxiety
If certain needs are NOT met
Most of us become severely unpleasant and
Miserable
Are we not quite simply a swarm of
Pathetic, pitiable, vain apes?
May we find our food, water, and shelter,
Yes, But
May we find solace in the thought
of our species being wiped out ---
or, at the very least,
Reduced in great proportions
When the Apocalypse arrives
Will there be Intellectual Sanctuaries,
Make-Shift Monasteries for
The Preservation of Intellectual Culture?
Solar Power?
No irrigation technology?
No running electricity grids nor telephone wires?
You have Internet connection
to GitHub?
No? You got Running Water?
Suddenly, the code, while still sexy
Becomes evil in its icy indifference
To the polluted Oceans.
Do you hear the petty conversations
Many of these gorts engage in?
Do you hear the braggarts?
Do you witness the Head Baboons in Charge?