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Dirges of the Damned

XII

Part of the Problem is: So many stupid gullible people Lacking amenities & education (And only guilty for a hair of it) Believe they will find A Solution From the godliest of confidence apes

Part of the Problem is: So many smart people are smart enough To play dumb—because they understand Money—how the overwhelm of numbers Overpowers all & unbalances everything

What a pity! How lame! Asteroids are much cooler means Of extinguishing your species Than pouring oil on the forest fires To save on your real estate fees

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 12 days

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Dirges of the Damned

XI

Another Fool in a New Time Proclaims Himself the World

Another declaration etched upon The Roman road's Marker: al-Jamud al-Hallaj, "أنا اللهم"

So riddled with signatures One must erase to scratch anew Riddling what came before Suf rug pulled out from under And over the jaundiced I's Until the overwrites are autosaves And all names of God are forgot

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 14 days

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Dirges of the Doomed

X

Another trip to the Hell Dimension Portal opened—here's the key:

A pint of spiced rum, 86 proof

Near 200mg of cannabinoid swallow

Caffeine overdose ""helps""

Nicotine garnish every 40min

Mix it all in the wrong order

Poured into my cauldron Made for sour alchemy I can Never forget or remember Sunk deeper down the pH sea Without dropping my acid Beyond the end of my rope I can't climb back up to Rock Bottom

This visit was beyond time Eye frame-rate tanked, supra-800 ;ing Moment-stills rose, fell, bent, stretched With no segue, assuage, or connection Gravity was a sock of leaky batteries Tossed inside a laundry machine Jostling esophagus and trachea Inside-out of functioning Splayed legs to flailing fins

A cigarette's radioactivity spared An extra kick to the centrifuge Evicting the last vestibular vestige All speech melts to slobber, as Throat locks in the rinse cycle All photo-negatives mauve-blurred Up to the eyes in bile

Here in Hell, down never feels the same With only a toilet for an old friend There's no concept of holding hair I was a meteorite that hit Rock Bottom Unlucky its older brother found me out

Eight days into the 800 day hangoverw The Grog still won't leech out the veins

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 18 days

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Dirges of the Dumbed

X

Traipsed into the old haunt Walls splattered schizoid trapezoids All the five colours blinding the eye Eclectic electric—all the five sounds Matching the def new scene

Decked with faerielights & faefolk Staring hard, alone, cross—in a Redone floor marked for Staying In One's Lane A reminder to stray splinters—STAY OUT As unpleasant we all feel When I am under your feet

The new experiments are cool All the things you could buy That I couldn't before Hiding the cracked mortar Which betrays the other-wise Clean sheen like a photo Of muddy child-self face

The new tastes to go In all five dull flavours Renewing the talent march Beyond the blisters on my feet Reunite the chafe with the wheat

Strange how we miss what we hide As ugly or raw, innocent sty.e Makes an eye sore for the old sight

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 20 days

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Dirges of the Damned

X

What a Wicked Age! Those with heart may survive But it is the heartless who thrive

In the Asylum Without Walls There is no shortage of bars Opiate of the Kleptocracy No greater a sin Nor more common a cause Than a vain death From bled-out veins

The Damned, the Dumbed, the Doomed What's there to do when there is no room? No utility or slake from raining sentiment Appropriate nil for the phantom limb

Our need for Now is Curses & Dirges Whaling 'til reigning black ink submerges The wailing of reined-in lacking splurges

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 20 days

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Dirges of the Doomed

IX

Growing fat could make me happy But eating makes me sick No eating also makes me sick But at least I feel like I'm good

So to avoid making sick, I smoke And to avoid eating and not eating I drink—I drink and drink, drink

Until I see my stomach lining the toilet And choke on whatever happy is

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 26 days

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Dirges of the Dumbed

IX

You're never too young to grow old Because staying young gets old Festering wounds forbidden to breathe The growing pains always weep

All the efforts to staunch and numb For when you felt so hurt and alone You turned your life to the holy chemistry Changed to ritual for the venged idols What change you could bring, if only You allowed yourself to hear your hurt more

In the dark forest of space A lonely fawn bleats For even wolves to hear For a home no longer there Except the Earth—deaf; Blind—always weeping

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 30 days

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Dirges of the Damned

IX

If I do not save You I go to Hell

You must be mistaken Else I cannot reach Heaven

The cyclic Knot

We result to bring Hell upon The Others we do not understand So they know what is in store

Failed God's test Broke God's trust

What did you learn from Abel? What could you bring to the altar? How does your blind incuriosity Serve an omniscient all-forgiving God? What does regression bring To the Grand Experiment?

Must be what the Kingdom of Heaven is like Living on streets of gold And fretting over pennies

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 1 month

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Dirges of the Doomed

VIII

Stood against wind gusto Rued a silent audience roar Took a long lumbar bow—wept The fuck did the matinée go?

Blue yawning, the vapour Caught in the lady's blackwire beard The draft, the drifter turns turnt Dragging the drugged to their encore

From both ends, the candle burnt Quarter life crisis at half-life Dripping ripples of waxen tears Waxing the scene already seen

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 1 month

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Dirges of the Dumbed

VIII

My brain has an autoimmune disorder Therefore, my soul is homeless A village of one—lonely mind A hiven't mind—detail know/n

Slaloming the skeezy people forest I knew I lost weight for a reason No stakes squeezed with strangers' sleaze With all my beloved: only mistakes

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 1 month

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Dirges of the Damned

VIII

The idea that the Devil Is a branch of God Oddly confuses the Christian Despite the lesson of the Fall As God's test of whether or not We do that which we know better to

The idea that God Is a branch of the Self Oddly blasphemes the Christian Despite their selfish claim to God Despite the lesson Jesus left, saying "I" am the Way, the Truth, the Life

If the former idea perplexes Remember the Original Sin Of knowing Good & Evil Naturally proceeds from God's Original Commandment to Adam To name all of His Creation

If the latter idea vexes Remember that to know & appellate Is to conquer & subjugate—and Despite all Christ's imperial aims Still, God is not Its name—unknown Even to Him, how It makes Itself grow

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Dirges of the Doomed

VII

Lacerating gasps of the iced air Harsher than the caked vapour Copper tasting the deepest tongue Knelt on a frosted mud Catching breath, catching cold No body heat could ever stop The teeth chattering too much Only a hyoid bone for support

Wheezing the freeze uneasily Stranger reversed—"are you oky? "You look like a heart attack!" Well, you're only half wrong For your spare magnaminity I exchange equal generosity: "No worries, I'm fine"—carry on Even beyond the sapping atmo mug No season is without its lone labour

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Dirges of the Dumbed

VII

Why do all our municipal characters Elected by civic duty, if not choice, Always want to widen their carlanes And never widen our sidewalks?

Why do all the "I miss you" pings Come from a heatsink software When I take my eyes off the sludge For not four god-damned minutes?

Forty and a hundred dollars For a monthly surrogate friend Less money to booze enemies Lesser for breakthrough spores

Tell me what to do Tell me what to say Tell me what to think I know I'll never get the carrot, but At least the stick won't sting so much

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 2 months

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Dirges of the Damned

VII

Plot Twist: The Kingdom of Heaven Does not look like Hell on God's Earth

Heaven is where the bad souls go The dogmatists, the obstructionists The legalists & the fascists The crusaders & ijtihadists

It is the Prison without Questions Where reincarnation is banned Like pruning the wilted branches

While the whole Lifetree keeps growing Exploring, reimagining, transforming, Always figuring out the Grand Experiment

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 2 months

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Dirges of the Doomed

VI

When it happened I was numb, dumb Not much was thought I stayed casual To leave in peace

When it was over I puked bile—staggering In an hour of rain Hunched neck into shoulders To obscure my glances back

Since it happened I don't sleep—when I do I don't rest—I shake still Taut muscles' tremors Taught muscles tension

Now that it's happened I can't think or talk To everyone's relief The angry problem child Finally learned to shut up

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 2 months

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Dirges of the Dumbed

VI

No hope of destination At the fabled stunt age I don't know where I'm growing Lost in familiar routine

My cell looked bigger on the inside Yet the same sites cramp round back

Everywhere you could go You are tethered to this room Everything you could want Seals the air from the walls

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2nd-book-of-lamentations · 2 months

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Dirges of the Damned

VI

It all started two and a half centuries ago When some genius named Adam Smith Said it would be brilliant if we based Our economics on God playing dice

Then, some other asshole, Bentham Drew up blueprints for Perfect Control— Of the Market, of the State, of Society And all us organelles—by imprisoning Everyone with constant surveillance

The missing ingredient was tricking them Into choosing their chronic camera Their Ruse: that the Market & State Were ever different organisms—really They are different organs of One Body As interdependent as Heart & Brain

(If you don't believe me, check your pocket & loose a change of hands, or face the king)

What neither of these "great thinkers" considered Was that God has better things to do idles Than playing with humanity's idols idyls

Nobody's watching the feed—all Too occupied by the mirror walls

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