lone

x

twenty, twelve.

copycat year of anticipated doom I will undo you into your rightful parts and I will force you to live in the real blinded by nothing awake to yourself and the truths you have shrouded for decades

twenty, twelve
I'm done with your simulacra bullshit
untwin your twins 
own your art
revel in your insanity

EVERYTHING IS REAL/ IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN

oh god

why did you leave us

we need you so badly

mcqueen, x, x, x

got me some bad news to tell yuh (full moon risin)

that dog dont love yuh
I done dreamed yor demise las' night

this film is still haunting me days later

thought fills cities, allen ginsberg forever!

Since I'm doing my thesis thingey on Mr. Ginsberg, his poems are all over my brain. So, um, web crawlers, blawg stalkers, just get into it, k?

This one is called A Prophecy
by Mr. Allen Ginsberg

A Prophecy

O Future bards
chant from skull to heart to ass
as long as language lasts
Vocalize all chords
zap all consciousness
I sing out of mind jail
in New York State
without electricity
rain on the mountain
thought fills cities
I'll leave my body
in a thin motel
my self escapes
through unborn ears
Not my language
but a voice
chanting in patterns
survives on earth
not history's bones
but vocal tones
Dear breaths and eyes
shine in the skies
where rockets rise
to take me home