This Blood SImple Village
Posted in Poetry, Politics/Stupidity on July 6th, 2008This Blood simple Village
The silicon huts in this
Blood Simple village
divulge such secrets
yet nothing that is
unknown to the damned
The disposition of my
displeased and sorry scrutiny -
That it can only take in so much of this
obscene and crimson-fevered joke
Depressed by the neon freakshow
and only seeing one beast burn
at a time
The lies, the failiure
The forlorn choir sings a sweet hymn of
plastic and ash
shoelaces and sunsets
The ambitions put on credit
and thehe mass education of the herd
known as stupid
A herd spent and ready for
the grang and gilded slaughterhouse
The hallways in this valley are quiet now
save the chimaera’s caw
the banshee’s lullaby
No nectar left dripping
past closing time
And after the herd has gone to sleep
this city is ripe for looting
prime for trimming and pruning
And still, I wait…
I figured the Antichrist would be here by now