AZTEC YOGHURT
Two-tone isn’t black or white
it is pale anger
for the right to swim
against the tide of man
and then to ask
what Frame do you wish for
you supper, when Roddy does
not want to see you
in his pictorial viewpointer,
which shows it to be the range
and not the irons of culling
that open the doors to the mine
of salt that you wept
for.
If you are too dumb to
do what I tell you
then death shall be upon us
so I will shoot you now
for the freedom I deserve
that would make you maunder
and not sob, for the wet
and dryness of culling is
cool to the breath
and not evil but carefree
to the nature of man.
And the food of love
is no man’s open heart
surgery, but his wont
for more
is.
Hippies know the truth about Che
and his love of fifty year old sex appeal
with virgin monitors of ghosts called khaki
but that does not matter to the fixer
who knows not what it starts out like
just it ends up
smo-o-o-o-th….
Reblogged this on TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE – AGELESS POETRY.
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