Cut-Up Poem (inspired by William Burroughs)
taking weakness
of the modern organism,
bleeding after industrial creation,
man is grinding everything
down
killing the whole,
the thousand-foul stench of progress,
the greedy
nightmare, bodies made of desire are
now oil bones, they felt their shallow journey,
their live essences, their souls for expansion
are buried, devoured, the blood of billions in
this evolution, societies
run dry
as humans wander,
years are flesh mosquitos,
what is warmth and attention,
when the conclusion is dismemberment?
we talk about expansion with our unknown morals,
what direction are our bodies in? do we feel for
other creatures? we attack with our knowledge,
killing, as the cloud covers our nightmares, we
forget again and again, we are comforted in blood,
slaughter and then revision, shopping over visions,
powers distract, thrash our flesh, reduce billions of
life to debris, let’s make a culture of understanding,
not tearing plants out of root, intentions are as big as
swallowed oceans, giving is buried under earth, taking comes
from a delight of snarling for the nightmare, from
self-weakness, from separation, all creatures wander
on this planet, in the growth of mysterious,
wanderers seek a sobering of purpose, the
teeth of life, this planet is edible, alive, this
planet is unreasonable, this planet is worn
in smoke, burned from earthquake residue,
now is the attention, what has been is a lie,
unknown are their bodies, unmentioned
once conscious: time excretes the sun to
die,
people are drugged out of power, what is
necessary for all creatures is our guts
is inner expansion, comforting others,
washing our bodies in the ocean and
steaming sea, preserving our stalks,
our blood bones of truth, be aware of
the civilized maggots, organize, hope,
modern life will end soon, there are a
thousand truths in the blood soil of
the earth
