I would love
a long hard rain
to come waltzing along
drenching our tear ducts
with a relentless deluge
washing away
the sins of our fears
and knee jerk demolitions
we assassinated
to confound them
with laser scopes
in place
intending no less
than utter annihilation
of the phantasms
provoking soliloquies
prior to unvarnished
suicides
and unromanticized
self inflicted
disembowelments
meant to show
those motherfuckers
in the front office
who is boss
and who among us
actually controls destiny
and who
is a spoiled
privileged dickless
rich kid living
off his old
bust assing grampas
trust fund
who knew too well
the future generations
would somehow
lose their soul
to the internet
online graphics
rendering high resolution
renditions
of the pornography
known to the ancients
as self pity and apathy
and to the true martyrs
known as the dire need
to shut the fuck up
I wish
a rainstorm
would come along
and castrate
these news blasts
about torture in Syria
abominations in Nigeria
captives in Guantanamo
illegal marriages
of every Godless homo
pissings on the Koran
how much our side
hates their side
and how we
are simply waiting
upon the planet's ending
therefore
no urgency
therefore
no need to believe
in anything beyond
Fuck this shit
we all die
the same way
anyway
Don't look at me
for salvation
I've completed
my itinerary
I would love
for a big fucking rain
to wash
this shit away
into long forgotten tomorrows
when our testicles
finally descended
and we stop building crosses
and start levitating bridges
across the conundrums
to drop pipe bombs
from their illumined crests
onto busloads of ignorance
being dispatched
to our collective unconscious
and boxcars of apathy
enroute to the heart
of the illusion
being sold to us
as God
and we burn
tyranny and hopelessness
mercilessly
into a scorched firmament
collapsing upon itself
with each collective breath
and footfall
into a dust of past aeons
and is washed away
by a hard driving rain
that dances
capriciously and ominously
from across the mountains
that we conjured
with our drums
and incantations
on those midnights
when the moon went black
and the serpents
threatened retaliation
when we
from the barren cupboard
of aethyrs grasped
the last small inkling
of invisible hope
and sent it careening
down the mountainside
snowballing and emmassing
every injustice perpetrated
spiraling into
immensity and crystallization
with a prayer
that everyone
from the silently suffering
to those motherfuckers
in the clandestine front office
reclaim our humanity
to stifle soliloquies
prior to
unvarnished suicides
laser scopes honed
to confound
knee jerk assassinations
of the illusion
of our sins and fears
drenched from our tearducts
by the gracious waltzing
of a long hard rain
All my love,
Max
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