The idiot

the ground's for removal from
the hypnotic way she could stand
like she was waving a operatic globe
for all the world to see only to be
freely fished out like some tuna
from the sea of war rafts-
what was once the good for nothing,
now it was the everyday events
that stroke the ceo ego's
like stars with red carpet eyes
as another hurricane passes over
the small town once adored
by millions of passing skeletons that danced frog hops in summer moons with chapped antlers wiggling
above their decaying heads,
forming avalanches inside the only thing that seemed to be moving anymore. lit graves combed
& prodded upward to change what this illusion had only made more demanding -
shifting from high energy to a barrel of barf with a straw on one side and the hurry eyed rodents making
last reservations in some gloomy yet undeniable boat with Twinkie fed jam heads playing bass lines to the
sound of marching boots.
the beach blonde bimbo fed college student of the year party gals ate tacos on high-rise buildings wondering
if their cell phone would ring to take them to planet fuk u in the head.
These cheddar bates
had doctors with clogged arteries
like notable ridden moth soaked basement mold.
It was hot when the air broke
down from over usage and the hoods tied shut with them broken coat hangers of timeless words.
The meanings had faded off into sun slimed lipoid suctioned dances along the Cuban shores-
Risking his last breath for a taste of so called
freedom along the cracked shells of ignorant computer brained rocket status over achievers- following paths
with money stamps in order to
ignore what may have actually
been hiding in some hidden trunk from
some year when naughty frozen
food smile chose a hitchhiking
women in dressed opinions
to sprout what seemed to every other tom dick or Joe to be living in that un questionable belly which
protruded through the
lanes as if to search for the naval gutted last hit
of the exact same thing that ate away at other men who grabbed hearts and sank over to one last panicked attack
from the bodies that use to hold strange beliefs- like Indian war gods foaming from decay chiseled leaders in soggy designs.
The questionable ethics of man
with his hip dip
jumper cable suits and gravy-laden ties driving around whistling Dixie dirt from lips lost in sexual thought.
hair crumbs battered around
hi, my names fred and im an alcoholic
the long-lived vultures that flung themselves through clouds in draped gallows.
oven mitts mangled and torn with blown up
microwave sausage cakes at tea parties in patio crudded rich socialites dinner guests.
hiring employees to grow fundamental changes in what seems like a wasted bank account -so that ignorance
is only the bliss felt by those who could care less about the cancer ridden
lungs from what a man was once
said to have been nothing more then
an animal to hunt among this technically advanced ape like turtle freaks, sucking on washing machine quarters - so that education is no longer a must- but backwards
steps cause oneness of every
other nothingness, which craved a piece
of the blood red meat on the Barbie.
wrinkled suits and airplane flights
doing old war nose-dives into oceans full of green house tax plan media hype horseshitted appled-eyed giggle warts
18 zillion years and
a monkey on the back boned wish doctor
broken time, loaded lemons, frazzled existence, torn maps, spitting exhausts, tail piped freeways leading in spirals -
as in headache for a century with the touch of human flesh in mayonnaise land fills,
a donkey with wings flapping like flap
jacks through what appears to be true blue madness on a shelf full of bargain hunting fat housewives waddling
through futuristic malls made of big bubbled balloons
that carry radiation from
solar flexed muscle mangled junkyard parts
& we have all the particles from past
yet move forward going nowhere at all while getting way to fast
flipped racecar into crowd
screaming turbo toxic gas
engine splatters in hot dog Pepsi fried ticket holders
they call me the idiot

This poem Copyright 2001 Nicholas Morgan.

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