Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Friday, September 11, 2009

EXILE

megamalls megachurches megaprisons
its all the same to me
blistered suburban landscape,
or country, city faith
its all bunk
a bad pyramid scheme
religion is a scam
and we've been had.

LOWDOWN
on earth's sidewalks
sideways frown is a smirk,
penitent unapologetic taller spite than appalachians
traditional untraditional man alone,
apart,
sewn on armhairs heart.
a pathetic excuse for faith
i dont give a flying fuck, finding infinite in waves,
limitless definition of undefinition, redefinition,
i'm famished and finished
out in exile from jesus
in exile from some lord
a tenant of heaven's slumlord.

I feel nasty all up in satan's choir,
just to find out what it is to sing the blues,
crossroads come quick
crossroads equipped,
low-fi-transmission to the infinite,
half-armed scissor
cut away
cut away
cut sideways
cut away,
that soulless apparition of a god
done away.
because men talk about possessions
leads me to dispossession
the word GOD just a caps locked possession
anyways.

out in exile from jesus
in exile from some lord
a patriotic god is a slumlord.

we are gods gobs
salty spit in the crowded dancing basement
just a drop in the beerbucket
we are gods history
played out in myths of absent trees
absentees
a drastic pageant of misplaced desire,
i'm just some kid came to satan's choir.
heaven is a truck with bad suspension,
we're all in that bed,
god is a trucker,
we his cast out embers.
west sky sunset lit subtle neon
gods sparks out the window.

out in exile from jesus
in exile from some lord
a patriotic god is a slumlord
gimme electricity in my head and i'll say the word,
i'd rather do all that
than sing the soulless blues.

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