Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Saturday, March 27, 2010

from the frontlines.

"we're all playin' cards as shit goes down"
-blackbird raum

days resume a former pace of semi-wistful briskness
i realize our vocabulary for these popular netherworld references is astounding
but for natural habitat, pitiful.
and why would it be,
we have not put ourselves here
we have been put here
by cruel forces
plopped down in the middle of these cities,
zoos of steel muscle and tarmac artery,
canvases of human bustle and wage misery,
we jetison thru its vessells in buses
and cars.
our vocabulary for violence
ways to ingest and process it like factory meat
is astounding and neverending save for the indegestion.
but our capacity to find cruelty free solutions seem waning, so
we zoom across toxic sky in jetplanes of willfull disenfranchisement,
but where does it stop, that
famous portrait of a jackboot
across the human neck?

we were dressed in black in solemn prayer for a neverending future of our own desire,
ANOTHER MAN IS DECEASED
we were taking a hatchet to the city's sinewy muscle on the chopping block of that desire,
WHOS TO BLAME, THE POLICE
we were thundering towards future unbelievable block traffic and shrieking bloody murder at
ONE BULLET ONE COP
the motherfucking pigs in all the right ways as the city got hot as hell on a cool night and liberals
GET THE PIGS OFF THE FUCKING BLOCK
sat in botique windows and just placated themselves with has-been stories of ineffectual non-success,
FROM PORTLAND TO GREECE
we lusted for the source
of freedom.
FUCK THE POLICE
and found
ONE CHANT TO UNITE US ALL
something
COPS! PIGS! MURDERERS!
that it would be stupid
for a poem
to even attempt
to describe.

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