I.
drafting youth in the city;
seeds of cosmic consciousness,
calling for creators of self;
in united purpose to liberate
sentient beings from suffering.
using raw will
to elevate acts of freedom,
with ever-evolving compassion;
an understanding
of unity within diversity;
a sixth sense of becoming
the central flower
in the spiraling vortex of chaos.
seeking the occulted idea
hidden upon the cross
of the alpha and the omega;
the first and last (month's rent);
the opening of the third-eye
dream-portal
to the fifth dimension;
the beginning of the end
spelled backwards: D N A.
when the spaceship city
of lights dawned upon
the adam and eve astralnauts
(space freaks on natural X T C),
the waters of Babylon arose;
aliens sucked the spirit
out of our naked, porous flesh;
genetically reprogrammed
to denial and fear,
the years of persecution
had begun.
from the Pole Star!
in a toast to invoke
the infinite becoming.....
this time we will be.....
physically...mentally...
spiritually....emotionally...
wholly and intrinsically...
redeye Jedi.
II.
yeah....drinking water
in the city's a crime!
we survive on sidewalk cafés
and concrete dandelions,
on the in-between time
the dole, pawnshops
and drug dealers trickle;
filling in with church basements,
old lady's furs
and buddha bowls,
we chant the panhandle;
wandering like sages
from wonderland,
with nothing,
liking nothing,
like nothing else,
liking nonsense.
squatting in demolition voids,
sharing with nasty ghosts
all-night passages,
hustling human guilt and mercy,
we stalk a million peeps'
dream remnants in junk heaps
under the iron buttresses
of the city's giant bridge;
collecting scraps of metallic enchantments,
motherboards of machine souls,
carbon and silicon chips,
tokens, puzzle pieces,
alchemical lead;
units of personal savior epics
and possible mojo recovery,
if freakazoid intent is laden.
lights of the wizard electronica
accompany laser spectacles;
books of magical verse
surrender cheap thrills.
pharm heists provide glitter
to break body language
and inner submission codes,
playing thrash noise
through the wailing walls
of the subway sects.
we echo the curse of the linoleum;
as strangers stand together
in polluted abasement,
undertaking pilgrimages
to the island
of the burnt fuller dome.
entering mt. royal cemetery,
acid-grimaced stalking
tombstones for peace
in the misted nocturne.
tam-tam the mountain
and its severed cross;
relics of long-lost mojo
appear to lead us sighing,
following cryptic signs,
paranoiac, insomniac, dead ends....
we stagger, crawling the ancient paths,
looking for Nature in vain,
in our blasted veins,
and in this vain creation,
we rush
to the comforting smell
of burning buildings;
the wet, black soot
a soothing sight of city's blood.
we trance climb fire escapes,
watch acid-bending
light-shows of fallen stars
among tangled wires,
acting as message-exchanges / U F O s.
by dawn, hungry vampires sing psalms
for bakery palms and past-midnight bagels.
soul kitchen,
still nowhere to go....
laughing hysterically
as the trench-coated, brief-cased throng,
enter and clutch,
populate and savage,
the grey future.
the masses' material exodus
doomed to repeat / repent
its cries of slavery.
home's single room's humming;
dream pyramids of synthesizers droning;
om-ing while we're out.
time to feed
the guardian angels formulas;
shapeshifter melodies,
magic squares of sound,
litanies of agnus dei.
we play heavenly chords
and babies' lullabies,
to spirits that may never return.
no one pays us, any mind.
screaming our youth,
until random accident rises us
above the human ocean.
blood, memories and desires
pulse, semi-cease and dwindle;
stereo images of mystery's plan
cinemize the stillscape,
archetypes bearing headlights
scan our crystal will,
share essences,
and leave us tarot.
we are now empowered
to destroy the code
of the runaway replicant society;
spreading its contagion,
dull and meaningless,
and less, each day;
bottled, caged and stuffed in
dead butcheries,
poisoned pills,
museums of groceries,
churches of locks
and canals of mocking dirges.
with freakazoid truth
the power to mutate
the cellular elevator.
rebel uprisings
in multi-dimensional frequency,
destinies of spiraling D N A,
writhe under
cosmic portents
of kundalini awakenings;
mixed marriages of opposing forces,
blue diamond-ringed,
solar and lunar equations
keep us alive,
alchemically
glittered
beyond words.
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