Strange Days #1 - Strange Days are here... | Page 11

The Creation: brought into this world with a giant metal
crane, the structure of life, the enormous crushing mysterious organ of the Void, who swims down this tiered river only
to be hurled out into an Ocean of Sorrows, and

Something happened
a glitch
Your machine’s not as oiled as it should be,
let’s take it to The Place of Infinite Repairs,
the one with the sign in neon
the one with the sign doused in junk
the one with the sign
the one with the sign
the sign
the sign
everywhere there are goddamn signs and
they all point with crooked fingers, gnawed.

down it descends, crashing, crashing, a spineless wreck of this
and that and what-not-who-gives-a-shit
The Wasteland (of life) is here!
Make way for the Flooooood!
Gasping for breath under watery sheets at lonely night.

Chewing my way through the desert
blind as a moth-eaten marquee
and just as empty.

Shooting into imaginary space with the purpose of freedom
and integrity, only to land in a hopeless chair in a darkened
room in Birmingham.

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Who felt the icy grip of death at the back of the PST in Digbeth, and expelled it on to the gracious floor.

My own Howl – A Tribute to Allen Ginsberg

Who discovered the secrets and fabrications of the universe
in a mushroom squat in Utrecht, and then again multiple
times on the LSD haven of sanctuary, of frights, of ultimate
horrid knowledge.

And so it became that my generation began to walk in space.
And so it became that a hollow nation began to drip.

Who wants to burn Facebook and the whole human persona
to the ground, and throw that
Fucking laptop out the window in triumphant rage!!!!!!!!!!

It was tickled.
It exploded.

Who watched with fascination as the words of Panthea flowed
like velvet ribbon from the tip of a pen in a flourish of acidepiphany.

And my generation

dreamed dreams lapping up the luxuries of travel, life, of love,
Whose month of veganism was a time of satisfaction and joy,
while
only to be smacked down by a tub of Haagen-Dazs and junkdrowning in their own vomit
food pizza solace.
Raging through the colossal entities of authority; a mind just
Who came face to face with the off-button, who cowered away
heaving for enlightenment, fearing enlightenment
from the off-button and prayed to no one just to be OK.
Entreating Dionysus, fearing Dionysus, shrinking away from
O, mother! O, father! I know you mean well. But now the
that enticing, wonderful, dangerous Dionysus.
claws of Dionysus are scratching at my back and I don’t know
The bleeding souuul, the bleeding souuul, the bleeding which way to turn.
souuuuul
It’s up to me to carry this forward
rollercoastering up-and-down-and-up-and-down inciting an
and this little sob must end.
endless stream of liquid shit.
The Void is a fiery monster, pointing the finger, curling the Even the dirtiest rainwater puddle surely evaporates eventually
finger
The Void is an intangible, dreadfully tangible blanket of shit,
?
that rests interminably over the hobbling days and shivering
nights
The Void is a decaying mound of earth, swallowing the spew
of aspirations, applications, insurmountable infuriations
A whirlwind of hopes, of mind-storms, and billowing futures
and prophecies.

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