Catacomb of Lobotomized Apocalyptic Vagabonds in the Shopping Mall at Dusk

Sarin ... the open mouth of an exploding orphan

 

rising in the dust like headless horsemen of the heat death of United Banks of America 

 

deaths heads wandering the american suburbs in Purple Lipstick sucking debit cards into neon eyes 

 

strange eyes gathering flowers where the gasoline rainbow glows 

 

slick like the Blue Tumor of Utopian Pop Omnivoid of Carnivorous Apparitions

 

paused, sipping coca cola at the edge of the Stygian lagoon, 

 

the vacant eyes of the Agents of the Automatic RoboFuck RoboRoboRoboMachine 

 

bathed in sodium light of 

 

the Shopping Mall that smells like Mountain Gorillas dying to the Tune of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 

 

but the real 

 

problem is You, your perfume and methylethylketone choir

 

Keith Richards rising like Lazarus on the wind of the Surfboard that INvades Manhattan 

 

gathering the  Dead like lilies of the field, until the PinBall Autobahn is booming and beeping like 

 

a choir of Lobotomized poets backed with machine guns and 

 

the language of Sybils and Lepers churns over and over Slogans and Lottery Numbers Malt Liquor and the Prattle of 

 

those panning for gold at the bottom of Disneyland 

 

the Suburban Stalin the Inner Charlie Manson of Generation What the F**k Are You Thinking

 

whose memory contains nothing but Catfights and Barfights and Roadhouse Jackasses 

 

singing  random numbers and the death scene of Kennedy 

 

like wow, zeitgeist, wow, how uncooooool,  I'll see what I can do, get the MACHINE ON THE PHONE 

 

the newspaper drones zones clones, the exploding brain 

 

of wandering Suburban Housewives obsessed with Witchcraft 

 

and the End of the World 

 

Perfumed ghouls, opening the wounded earth 

 

with iron clawed tentacles of the Leviathan, the Internet like

 

a Panoptikon of Paralysis,  JOHN PAUL GEORGE RINGO trapped in Milwaukee 

 

Screaming for America not to Be America Anymore 

 

there is only the sense that Ancient MEsopotamia has Invaded Sesame Street 

 

and the Phantasmagoric Hand of the Death Squad rustles it's Saber in 

 

Disneyland

 

when nobody was looking they Sold The World to the Robotic Robot of Robotown 

 

and it plucked a BOMB from the crystal eyes of the Video Game 

 

and the Mouth of the Machine that Bleeds Beatles Songs is now Tattooing the Children with Deaths Head and 

 

 

Petroleum by products of Mayberry 

 

the Parable screams like Moses and the Junkyard Dog glows with the Fire of Prometheus 

 

some animalian fury 

 

nightmare of the crucified dandelion 

 

screaming vaporous hallelujahs on the edge of a vacant lot 

 

in the broken glass, where the beer bottles of Texas are crushed and gathered on the side of the road

 

like the scales of the Dragon Dog being roasted over a fire until the Television Wakes like a Fascist Grandfather 

 

and all the Ancient Angels disappear into a Caravanserai 

 

at the side of the road where Nostradamus is exchanging words with a  Ventriloquist 

 

to ignite the Moon with the Sermon on the Mount 

 

and nobody has any  legs 

 

and the arms of the Supermodel are like windmills spinning out of orbit 

 

just a dollar sign pleading for a dollar as the Womb of the Inescapable God

 

turns into a discotheque of Surgeons and Prostitues Selling Plastic Mountain Gorillas to Feed the Homeless 

 

whiskey breathed, the Disciples of Nirvana are balancing their bloodshot eyes

 

like Corpses on the side of the Superhighway 

 

until the stars

 

pry open the brain and the Shopping Mall becomes

 

a Carnival of Human Folly 

 

lobotomized babies baby by baby by baby by baby racing into the Computer of the CIA, the FBI, the DEA, the NEA,

 

the NPR, the FBL, the G.O.D. of puzzled puzzles muzzling muzzled muzzles in the heat death syntax of human stupidity at the end of  time

 

to prove Avalokitesevara exists the way Superman Exists in the Five and Dime

 

and Mickey Mouse entertains the Grandmothers of Dystopia by repeating the last words of James Dean

 

until the Suburbanites  faces are crestfallen and full of popcorn and pop porn and the titillating litigations of 

 

the waving madness  of God's fingerprints, 

 

as they coil and uncoil

 

to the sound of one hand clapping, but the question is

 

what is it clapping for?

 

What insane comedian tumbles over the river bed like a Mannequin of Maniacal Metaphors 

 

opening it's gills to the bloodstained gasses of War and Consumption, Use Once and Destroy 

 

smoothing it's eyes in the Bathroom Mirror 

 

fattening it's flesh until the GREEN light appears at the top of the Mountain

 

and some strange hook 

 

snares 

 

the open mouth of the Godless God

 

open iton a grimace and the night becomes a daisy chain

 

of exotic horrors, and the Church Pews fills with Scenes from the Book of  Televations, 

 

the Kind of madness they do not sponsor on the Infomercials or inside the Cartoons of YesterYore 

 

the Kind of delirious stupidities that send children into paroxysms 

 

of horror

 

screaming from the depths of Kansas City

 

where Golgotha and the Video Game 

 

World of Warcraft and the Dirty Dozen are shooting raw naked bullets of post apocalyptic  styrofoam bullets 

 

at insane tornadoes 

 

racing God of the Broccoli phantasm,  the Genetically Modified Wasteland, 

 

that playground haunted by African Anthrax and the Bomb that Bombs the Bombs 

 

with the Bomb that Bomb the Bomb Bombing Bomb  until

 

the human eye explodes like an insane machine

 

incapable of reason or rhyme, a mute stupor stuttering pre programmed slogans 

 

off and on in the depths of the night, the Radio is Frankensteins' a*****e 

 

Propaganda of  Paranoia and Hell 

 

Paranoia and Hell 

 

Paranoia and Hell

 

when the tulips are racing against time 

 

into the green light of God,

 

glowing against the apocolyptic paralysis of human ignorance which has multiplied and divided

 

a reincarnated cartoon

 

cavorting with the Indigo Children, thundering angels of heresy on the grassy knoll

 

Kennedy and Einstein 

 

replaced by Beavis and Butthead 

 

Jerry Springer and Judge Judy the great Mother and Father of the Generations to come

 

screaming for Vengeance, the Vendetta of the Avengers 

 

prattling on in the psychosomatic bed, about the Trail of the Dead and

 

the human flesh that glows like a bank vault of unfathomable

 

machines,

 

the Supercomputer is charging the world with Heresy

 

Violations of the Ten Commandments of the Machine

 

the Robot God 

 

The Robot God

 

the Robot God

 

the Robot God

 

arrives dressed in Armani and smelling of sulfur and brimstone,

 

spinning the world into a crocodilian fever of electronic Lobotomies 

 

until the night is a bonfire of Juggaloes Vomiting the Vestigial Sanity

 

every delusion manifest in perfect rhythm

 

and the Headlines read like Doctors Prescriptions 

 

take two Submachine Guns and Go Apeshit in the Morning 

 

Fire at Will, the Ballerina is Spinning like a Satellite dish on the Seattle Rooftop

 

the Missiles are aimed at the Eyes of Leviathan that live in the Fishtank

 

the Poison is You

 

You will Never Survive Your Own Melodrama

 

the Suicide of God at the Beginning of Time is yours to Stutter about until the Cows come home to Kansas City

 

you will scream for the Priest and the Priest will scream for Silence

 

and the Robot Gods will Go into Robot Confession Mode, The Priest will sign the Engine over to the Mannequins of Utopia 

 

in the grave of humanity is filled with Styrofoam Cups beeping off and on in the Dusk 

 

flickering with embers of some ghastly remark made by RoboFucks

 

whose faces hide the blazing lie 

 

full of poisoned intent, the Freudian Undertow of Jungian madness, a Catalog of Every Known Insanity Known to the End of History 

 

the Greek Theatre awakes with the wisdom of Socrates

 

singing glossolalia and neologisms somewhere in the Catacombs of Paris