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dikaion king (discourses of pastiche)

Right here on this spot
Transfixed on the sidewalk scenery
Surrounding me with its last laugh
This was a fix
Toiling with thoughts of choices I've made in the past
The only sound could be made
In a desperate cause
To causal causalities
Was between my thumbs,
Heavy blowing with it all
Into this magical blade of grass
Pick me up someone, before I collapse

Wrong we are to demolish the peaks
In order to get a better grasp on selling each other
The obesity of insatiability
These owner-less realities
I've have been to the mountain top
& been carved out
Eroded by the wind
I have been commanded by the King to write
Even If there is no pen
There is blue blood in each of our finger tips
There is freedom from the natural tyranny of being sick
Yet there are plenty of hospitals & captials
With lobbies & lobbyists saying the same thing
Hurry up & wait
This has always meant a never
& I am sick of this shit

Right here sister
Between two cities
Wrong time brother
For we are still in that valley
But it has cast the shadow of industry
It's river's a distraction from happenstance
It's love you can buy like a crimson diamond in the rough
Marketing mankind to have's & have not
No matter how much you have
No matter how many tea leaves you counsel
It will never be enough

Wrong we are to bailout banks
When we have bailed on people
Have you seen my morning constitution
300 years
& thousands of words
That don't mean much
I think I left it on the number 4 to santa monica
Must of slipped outta my back pocket
Or dissolved into desolate destitution
Like the paper
The people crumble with touch
So i kept on talking
To that engaging black girl
Seated at the back of the bus

Right on time
Welcome to the pauperdom
Poets, parishioners, princes of thieves
Who can you turn to now
We have to consume from the rich
& let our waste drift back to the sea
We have antied up everything for a chance
To buy a vowel
Or maybe get a clue
A new benz & no loose ends
& a mortgage
Like a sequoia that has lost footing
& has gone through the roof.

Right here sister
Between two cities
Wrong time brother
For we are still in that valley
But it has cast the shadow of industry
It's river's a distraction from happenstance
It's love you can buy like a crimson diamond in the rough
Marketing mankind to have's & have not
No matter how much you have
No matter how many people you keep out of your country
& your life
It will never be enough

Right you are
My brothers & sisters
Fire your single-shot muskets
We are mothers who cry
More than we bleed for our progeny
We are father's
Trying to persuade their children to justice
It is the pilot
Good of reputation that follows
More adequately put
Capital gains
& derivative bets
On the act of bloodlust
For nothingness

Wrong I was to think
We could fool everyone
With these neatly dressed personas
We are conceived this way
Said the shadow man
Puppeteer of the dark
He is the wolf
Howling in he distance
We all die as loners
He is the eye that readily refuses to read Reverend Randle's bible from the start
Now go gather your dignity, no sign of humanity
& put it with the giraffes
On the ark
But even if you can stretch your neck out 
Fall in line
Accept your role in this unnatural unilateral animal republic
& do your part

Right here father
Between your two cities
Wrong time mother
For we have packed up our Prius
& moved out of your matriarch valley
We have found a new savior
He is faceless & faithless
His name is technology
Young money & nubile aristocracy
He is the like a lover
Ignoring all happenstance
Head in the clouds
Like a damn good reason for ornithology
He can teach you a proper way
To deny true love
I mean what is the stuff
It's mythological
Like a beast
Defining deities with the King of spades
Cause we aren't willing to call the bluff
What
Is real
The bad taste in all these mouths
Friends & relationships
Shoving your face in the mud

Wrong will not matter
When the last man
Plucks the last sapling of a tree
To buy a life of glittering elements
Gold & silver auxiliary
What will he use to print the paper
Who will accept his money
Will his faith give way to paganism
Blasphemous alchemy
& how far will he go with his Nike ID
Without the air
He needs to breathe

I'll lay it down
As a poet or a lyricist
You may find my words askew
Don't take this literature literally
Take the time to listen to a man
Just like you
Who has left behind happiness
In constant pursuit of the truth

How do you define this life
Believe you me
You can't use words
Like wrong or right

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