The anger finally justified. A hot alternate reality riddled with psycho radio waves. man and
woman androgyny. the optimum consciousness. the collective. waiting in damp shadows. The
purveyors of the american lie raise their hands to a plastic jesus.
Evil has been defined with the specter of uncertainty. Is it a vehicle for motivation or the impetus
for apathy .It is slow and cool like liquid air covering a surface in brittle waste. gray area. gray
matter.gray skie. gray hair
blonde fluid dripping. naturally speaking with her eyes
great soliloquies. she could crush a man like a bug with a gentle smile.
they would kill to feel her supple breath on their neck.
homonids..hyper simian primate biped motherfuckers
they kill each other for their gods
there is no tomorrow
there is no afterlife
there is no reason
there is no logic
there is no tolerance
there is no laughter.
there is no yesterday..
they kill each other for their gods
It is their gods will
they kill their children for gods
they torture their weak for gods
the give their meager wealths for gods
My god has a bigger dick than your god
they all say
since they all believe that their god is the only god
the right god
fuck all their gods
the existence of god
is secondary to the notion that it commands worship
spinning around in this beast reality
knee deep in the deprecation of the age
latex belief bouncing back and forth
first one truth
then another
heads filled with so many lies
they are about to burst like a juicy red pimple
we are oil and water
with a thick emulsion on the surface
impossible to remove through common means
Now i lay me down to sleep
my soul for you i pray to keep...
My ass
figure the fucking odds.
they say,
through a childs eye we must believe
through a childs eyes we must support our imaginary friend
through a childs eye we cry at the horrors of our time
people dying senseless methodical deaths
the soup kitchens stand at the ready
the blight is upon us
there will be death
more than we can imagine
yes, i am maudlin
but the current madness justifies the anger
we are the imbecile and the wishing well
Envy jesus
the son of god thing was a great angle...
douchebag carries a douchebag
a squirrel on a power line running
a hooded madman takes potshots at politician
is he then mad?
mensa mensa
menstruate
heap big pow wow time
we connect at the brain
like magnets
and yet there is nothing to share
so we wait...
we wait for the dawn of the wooden soul
we wait for the day of the regal word
we wait for that knock at the door
as we wait for the return of Christ
or the next crucifixion
we wait for grandchildrens tits to hit their belt line
we pray they live that long
we wait for no tomorrow
we wait for our hands to bleed
we wait for three naked Allahs to shoot lightning bolts from their peckers
we wait for Baba Wawa to roast chihuahua
as we wait for butterflies to shoot out our asses
we wait for flocks of angels to drop their piss on fields of ardor
we wait for three legged frogs to tap dance through our margaritas
as we wait for love like acid reflux
as we wait for hideous gods to dress us in black dying flowers
as we wait for lavender hell to lick bloody assholes
as we wait to cast doubt on our history
as we wait for the idiot and the pre-ordained
for the crash and burn of humanity
as we wait for insect logic
to steal music from the sloped foreskins of our forefathers scrotum
as i wait for the lycra wrapped blonde to melt upon my loin
as we wait for the carousel to spin like a top
as we wait for the busload of insidious grins
or our sense of humor to return
as we wait for the inside out
the upside down
and the backwards
as we wait for the sun to rise on a new day
or for hell to freeze over
as we wait for silver skies and mercurial moons
or mothers ancient pink bosom
as we serve popcorn to laughing gods
as we do a little dance in a strangers eye
as we twirl our brains on leather chains
in the din of the pale moonlight
as we place market value on bellybutton lint
as we run through broken dreams on acid rain
as we wait for truth
death
time
or the essence of our feeble existence
as we ingest the american lie.....
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Jeff Filipski is originally from Buffalo NY
An artist for over twenty yrs
A member of E.B.M.A. Jazz and Poetry Ensemble
His voice appears on "Enjambment"
His laugh appears on Kurt Nimmos "Bongo Moon
some of his visuals have appeared in:
Deluxe Rubber Chicken
Non Compos Mentis Press
Atticus Review
Pure Light
The Hold
Fubbles Press
There are others whose memories are mostly thought manifest several of which are a product of extensive brain damage and/or are simply not memorable enough to mention...
He tours florida with his artwork trying to convince tourists that his wild forms are really fish, indigenous wildlife, very disturbing still lifes and neuro-self-portraiture...
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