The Lords 2.0

    The Lords 2.0

Beta

Betta

mo’ blues

jo

rye sin

cough

crystal clear

taught — tendon

necks extend

point & click

digital safari

viewfinder

iPhones

We’ve become 

scavengers

going to Market

to sniff out someone

else’s kill

“The eagle never lost so much time as when he

submitted to learn of the crow.”

-Blake

Hungry eyes left to dry 

in the desert glow of ultraviolet

mirage, hand-held hieroglyphs

patented by a new theocracy

‘Gimme y’r bones!

I want to suck the marrow’

Eve gets a cameo 

while the old man convalesces

eating poppies in hospital bed,

groaning, as his chest rises

and falls

‘You did this to me’ 

he realizes,

lying under dirty linens

while she takes him to the cleaners

blackfaced servants carry

pink lemonade on trays

white face of the clown

weeping over our foolishness

as we hand him the whip,

‘Spare a penny for old King Llyr’ 

so far from home

cross the sea

his son, Mammon,

married well and has it

covered.

The Spanish Inquisitor 

got held up at the border 

‘No habla Engles’

the cold cell felt like home

but they were amateurs 

when it came to torture

and sent him on his way

El Norde

greeted at the airport terminal

by a crowd of atavistic Puritans

who were ready, despite his popery,

to follow him blindly, 

anointing their new king with his Corona

and a wedge of lime  

        I remember sand at the beach 

running through my hands

while time stood still

        building castles that would

last forever

        fading into dreams of silica

the Philosopher’s Stone

Alchemy achieved 

  at last

  top-down systems

As Above,

So Below 

macrocosm in a

microchip

some Great Work… 

and on and on…

on/off

1’s and 0’s

can’t breed on this new Ark

once upon a time

we went 2-by-2

“male and female He made them”

while

“Moses stood by the

Red Sea shore

smote the waters

w/ a 4x4”

Slaves starving for meat

Vegetarians, Hebrews

“This is the land

where the Pharaoh died”

Let he/she/

or they

who can see

look away

The abomination

    of desolation

is in the palm

    of your hand

I grew up in a glass house

People always threw rocks

How could I do otherwise?

It rained & rained.

Acidheads took to the sky

their dreams of politics 

& science & art

& took their kites to the picnic

but would have nothing to do 

w/ God

and etched out a new dogma

machines were bound to obey

android race of slaves

a fifth estate

soon to hack the Bastille

To be sure,

Man now looks

d

o

w

n

    I hope you’re happy, Nietzsche

(or were you just frightened 

  of tripping like Heraclitus?)

Tangled web of wires 

this nest of vipers

& their serpent Caesar

rat-gnawed cables

& forgotten phone-lines,

tonsillar networks

radio, rock & roll

was too dangerous

hedonism & irreverence

can stay

In the Golden Age

of Rock & Roll,

Budweiser + can-openers

rape went unpunished

in suburban garages,

synagogues of the new religion

now cameras have

eyes up skirts

and doctored evidence 

to convict anyone who

plays their guitar in the

wrong key

through amplifiers 

built in China to

explode and destroy

US, leaving only ashes

from the untimely

experiment: Liberty

Cultural Revolution

LAmerican Woman

crucified on a telephone

Pole hanged by FIOS

and buried under 

asphalt, flowering with

electronic cigarette butts

and old yellowed warnings

from Surgeon Generals,

prophets and other obstacles

on the great road of progress

Take a trip

on Route 66

(don’t forget

  your GPS)