Sometimes I look into the mirror
a hundred times a day, maybe more.
I see things out of the corner of my eye,
movements, smiles, fingers danced on glass
I’m not sure if I made them so I keep checking
like a bird entranced with it’s own image.
We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world
There used to be an amusement park on Western Ave.
As you ran up the concourse you entered the giant mouth
of a wizard in a turbin to enter the park, while spotlights
ignited the night above.
It became run down as we did as a people, but me and you,
we still snuck in to see the carousel and the spaceships
caked in leaves and sparkling in the gray sad rain.
Once we saw some witches pulling a little black boy
deeper and deeper into the bowels of the park.
That was where I realized the boy was a girl,
and the witches cackled that they were “exorcists”. They made her eat
these glowing orbs that stank of lemons and fried dough.
The girl began to sing and her voice crumbled the whole world around us.
They built a police station and a grocery store over the ruins
of a magic kingdom.