Genie in a Paper sack
Does it matter that I know
very little of life, love or personal contact,
pop open another one to cure the
desolate coldness that burns through
my being.
I laugh in the face of your world,
your ideas
your rules
those concepts that drive the normal ones
like social cattle off to the slaughter.
Killed by perception
by regulation of acceptance
by the dreams of the masses
kill
kill
or be killed
death and dying
or drop out of the cycle of commercial wisdom.
I take a side trip behind the liquor store
to down my last short dog.
3 A.M. I walk over the Clara street bridge..
to my imagined destiny
to the distorted contrived dream that burned in side of me
I called her name and she beckoned me further..
further
onward to the alley
sweet words kiss my brain
the promise of it all
to the back street covered in darkness i creep
she whispers and coos to me
I knock on the steel door and no one answers
I hear them in side
I pound harder..
Soon the cops arrive and take me to jail.
take your fucking shoes off the tall one barks at me,
I sneer at him as if i held the key to the secret conspiracy
4 hours later i am standing in front of the Police station
no smokes
no money
caked in jail dirt
the sour stench of wine and speed seep out of my pores
i slowly wander down the street
off to just south of nowhere
but isn’t nowhere actually somewhere after all????????
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