Look at me, I'm Allen Ginsberg!

I read Howl and didn't like it. I decided to do an imitation of it and made a whole lot of nothing. it was really really fun to write, at least.

sad sad men with heavy heavy heads and heavy heavy hands spitting firestorms at shadows and smokestacks blown by prim and proper w****s. Brimstone baptisms in live TV cathedrals begin at nightbreak for the whole family to see. Stupid little boys plucking lovelorn harpsichords try to woo hailstorm w****s under showers of dollars and cents and then wonder why they cry. Bright blue TV screens sanctify sex sex sex but not love, mediocrity shows pound pound pounding out puritan soundbytes. Talking heads and false prophets making false profits argue with invisible guillotines that not even God can see. Burnt-down burnt-out angels set themselves alight again to pull up ratings since blasphemy and sinning lost its shock, hooked up to infernal dynamos and jolted by lust. And the sad sad men with heavy heavy hearts and heavy heavy eyes sigh and ask their kids to sing themselves some lullabys, daddy's tired and needs to lay down and cry.

© 2013 Ayatollah Ayatollah

Author's Note

the lack of punctuation and rambling series of nonsequiters is supposed to be mocking the enormous, bloated "lines" and the way those lines are made up of strings of pretty and interesting words that weave into meaningless phrases