Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

crusader crossroads collapse
by the wild side of the last road
grave glove mirrors shoot snake-eyes
nothing has changed but the deck is stacked
shuffled and muffled and jokered and jacked
the old gold river sidewinders down by the sun
we were on this pathology through the spade trees

the poetry was holding a nova lantern past god dot

flapping luminaries arise from primordial ooze booze
straight out of nowhere history shits a church bank
they made a terrible mess on the angel face ceiling
somehow the artist painted a festival of bad devils
inside of geometric shapes that folded into jam jars
the black mass celebrated a circus of black holes
and the Jesus drunks asked for spare peace & love

entered the gates of paradise at dizzy lands back door
ufo's raining like god particles through the bozo layer
we are all on this bus in the clown streets of Frisco
the war in heaven is a smoke screen for Bob Dylan
but we be chillin ever since all the Bible begittin an killin
we been told by men that were bold that life is on hold
they scorn the moment you were born to watch porn

we are told that life is sacred and we have to save bitty babies
so they can be fed mercury vaccines and big macs till the mad
cows come home, we are free to die without health insurance
and believe what little skull talking heads on boob tubes spew
and soon there were few whats a po po poet too voodoo

thank you for the chance to read that
it is voodoo

Fine poem & theme.

i feel ya- the world seems so different then i imagined.... lol= liked this-thanx