I breathe my own fumes, lying up late at night in subtle hope for a change of pace
Fumes of body odor and cigarettes
Menthol and blue collar work for no pay
Nicotine and hard work in hopes for a body worthy of time magazine
Olfactory disappointment towards my own personal demons
Disappointment in words written to be seen not read
Disappointment in thoughts of leaping into the history books from golden gate bridges
The holy litany of loneliness
Dreams of reading a poet’s scripture to the stoned drunks in the grey cascades of dreary dusk.
Night after night being heard by my true audience
Who gasp at the glimmer of the microphone and the pinch of the needle in their arm
Of lulling to sleep the drunks with fists sore from beating their brains in for a chance at reprieve
Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! To the days of seeing the suffering as tools for a government profit and MK-Ultra experimentation
Bullshit! For putting me on a watchlist for speaking my mind!
Bullshit for giving me amnesiac pills for disagreeing with you!
Golden dreams of heavenly messages!
Dreams of flight and revolution and jazz!
Dreams of countless women in my arms
Dreams to prove meaningless conquests of the obscene nothingness
LSD hallucinations of a golden Ginsbergian age of 1957
Drunks still unconscious in vomit on the sandpaper sidewalks of san francisco
Meth addicts still shivering, shuddering, screaming, shrieking at the icy touch of memories before their pipes
Opium sanitization of the mind
The forsaken buddha crushed under the corporate arm of the American dream
The smoke of a cigarette welded into the iron fibers of societal discourse.
Hitler’s Mussolini's’ Vietnams and San Bernadinos all eliciting salty tears from the well farmed crop of capitalism called the common man
Communist satans still ruling the eastern world from the west’s point of view
Let the learned shine and write sililoqies in the starless cell of sadness you have locked us away in.
Let the fools learn.
Let the rich understand poverty.
Let the poor be fed
Let the right men write and let the wrong men read.
Let the great men, cease to die and be forgotten by the generation of tweets and followers.
America i will not be put down for the sins of my father, brother, and friend,
I will not be silenced by my fellow man as i would not silence my fellow men.
A utopia built on steel,
Built by the legless paraplegic of a hivemind of smokers, immigrants, and poverty stricken savants.
Who spent lunch money on marlboro reds in middle school
Who despise each other at the expense of brotherhood.