9-1-1 Part 5: ENDANGERED SPECIES

ENDANGERED SPECIES

I am pulled from my Day-Dream Danger


By an ominous THUD on the door!


Red White and Blue


Police lights flashing!


Filtering under the door


Like a hit of bad acid!


My paintings are not heavy


Enough to protect me


From the GUIDING LIGHT BRIGADE


And their swollen crosses


“COME OUT WITH YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT!!!"

The Bullhorn of Righteousness


Delivers its sting


I scan the sanctuary


Of SHRI WEBBO


The laughing gas seeps


Under the door


I am insulted


By their non-lethal choice!


Perhaps we're not the threat


We once were before


Still, the intent is to distract


And confuse


Time stands still


For those who refuse


To pass on with the rest


Of History's Mess...


This bag on my head,


Will be hard to explain...


The mascara’ed image on


The Bag of Turin fades...

CHILDREN OF THE FUTURE

My comrades and friends


Pass before my eyes...



I see a young art student.


Running in pain...


Into Chinatown


To escape the flames...


The Nob Hill Riot of 1972 welcomes Nguyen Cao Ky


And some of his Hoods


With rocks bottles


And gasoline!!!


Tears cool the pain


As the corneas burn...



Fighting the police,


For the barricades


Black smoke billows


From the compressors set ablaze!


Darkening the sky.


With REVOLUTION!!!


The three-cornered billy club bloodies the face...


From high on horseback they crack heads with precision


Of the stupid and slow, confused by the carnage...


Convinced that we were the cornerstones of freedom


Our hearts pounded hard as the bricks went skyward


An end to the war was all we wanted...



Not a New Age debate on the meaning of Violence


With years of organizing and confrontation...


From Ku Klux Klan to Indian Grave Robbers...


Criticism-self-criticism until three in the morning...


While we argued like rats over the color of cheese...


Our little piece of cheddar slipped harmlessly away...


Fighting each other for the correct things to say...


With the convictions of cattle, we are now led away...


Into the technocratic abyss asking for permission


Just to take a piss


Numbed into Nothingness, we flip the channels ...


Unable to decipher exactly what's happening...


From murder to choreographic Expose


It’s a long way home when you don't know the way!!!

THE MASTER OF STONES

I rub my eyes...
For a welcome coma


Into these dreams


I will slip asunder...


Drowning these images


In a fool’s hereafter


Through time so fast


And the phosphene’s laughter


Rattling sabers


Drag me back...


The receiver dangles


For the final attack!


Resounding, never ending


In a life so absurd...


I can hear them all sniggering


As the gas starts to work


I'm suddenly threatened


By the ultimatum...


I don't give a shit personally


But they may be getting serious


The voice on the phone...


Grabs my attention!!!


“What's the nature of your problem now, Bozo?


Are you in any immediate danger?

Ha, Ha, 
Don't you know better than to Screw with us?!"


"Apparently not, or I’d probably stop!"

It's time to go now


The phosphenes scurry...


The street lamps of


My favorite journey...


A bullet in the brain


Is no excuse for courage...


I migrate to the darkened corner so high...


To watch the Keystone Cops


Gung Ho!!!


Cross wielding middle-aged,


Skinhead-boners...


Crashing through the door


To crucify the owner...


Of these ideas so dangerous,


Seditious and vulgar!


All they will hear,


Is the Laugh of the FOX


His mouth full of Feathers


His teeth full of Meat


Food chain surrealist


Attacking the Beast...
Laughing with the hyenas


Of the Jungle Streets...
When the Cyclops falls


We’ll all get to EAT!!
I approach the Vortex


Without regret or shame


The tab for this folly
Long ago was paid


But I have to ask now,


Before it’s too late


What I really want to know


What drives me insane...


WHAT I REALLY WANT TO KNOW


Is one little thing...


IF I AM SO BLOODY PARANOID,


HOW DID 9-1-1 KNOW MY NAME!!!

9-1-1 Part 4: THE LAST MANIFESTO



A whole day has passed, the night is upon me 


Market Street is beginning to stir 


I sit in the darkness tired and hungry... 


Tonight is the night I will lay down the Word 


Wet with confusion, my paper bag’s drooping...


Losing the crisp edge of my fashion statement... 


Drinking cold coffee, I look in the mirror 


The warrior is old, but beautifully attired... 


My entire getup: bag, robe and pistol... 


Would pitch my enemies into convulsions divine!!!


Time has come to start the battle 


The ghosts of comrades rally to my side 


My finger in the 9 hole, bent on destruction


Copping an attitude, I begin to dial...



“What is the nature of Your Problem, Mr. Webb?’


“Well, here goes MS. PIGGY, SINCE YOU ASKED!!!’





“I see a flock-boffing priest


In every pulpit


I see fascists in high places, 


Manipulating my World... 


I see good, honest people


Sucked into sorrow... 


Where ignorance and double-speak,


Enslaves and kills!


I see a whole generation 


Bordering on Madness!


In the anti-sex mysticism 


Of a hidden agenda!!! 


I see a christ-infected oligarchy


Of despots and kings!


Brainwashing our children 


Stealing them away!’

Behold, the Pallet of Bullets

We thought that we


Could turn the tide...


In the open sewers,


Of our land so fair...


We fought on


With no chance of winning...


A Revolution...


That would never end!


We have the smoking


Pallet of Bullets!


We have imaginations


Fragile shields!


We have the fangs
Of BRETON!


We have the pantaloons


Of DALI!


On the Executioner's foot...


We piss with glee


Splattering ourselves,


Waving at the hungry crowd...


Our hearts were in the right place


But our aim was just bad


So, if you are truly an artist,


DISTILL REALITY TO ENRICH MANKIND!


If your images are horrible,


IT'S BECAUSE LIFE AS A SLAVE IS HORRIBLE!


If your images are sacrilegious


THEY ARE LIKE RELIGION ITSELF!


If your images are gross or in bad taste


LET THE WORLD SEE THAT IT'S A DISGRACE!

MORALITY

Morality has no right to exist when it becomes the subterfuge


by which society enforces its State Religion


over the lives and aspirations of the young!!!

GOVERNMENT

Government has no right to exist when it robs the people


of their self-respect, when it destroys the world in the name


of us all, when the ashes of the weak and the powerless


sail through the air devoid of purpose,


or when in its wake a generation is programmed for annihilation!!!

RELIGION

Religion has no right to exist 

when its sole function is to hide the fact that mankind,


freed from guilt and oppression,


always acts in its own best interest


and generates the feelings of love and tolerance, brotherhood,


sisterhood and all that is natural is within a Finite System.

WAR

War Does Not Have The Right To Exist, 

fornicating in Greed, Power and Hate,


it is the Demon child of all three... 

to the Demise of us all ... 


to the Reduction of us al... 

to the Shame of us all!!!


How rich the world would truly be

 if all those killed in the name of some God


could again walk the earth 

and give the love of which they were capable...


devoid of the sanctimonious intervention of 

Morality, Government, and that God Dammed Religion!!!



If it reeks of Manifesto


READ IT WELL!!!


For art has no function


When it covers life’s SMELL!!!

9-1-1 Part 3: PATHOS

PATHOS

The candles of souls


Snuffed from stale air...


On the stairway to heaven


Cannot be re-lit...


Ending suddenly in the rafters


Of truth fucking clergy


That roll out church doors


And windows each Sunday


Down into the village


Of the sad and deserted


To burn the hands of vandals


And other wretched humans


That wander from the ditches...


Of white atomic powder...


To dial 9-1-1 with their only


Remaining finger!


“What is the nature of your problem, Sir?”


“Who said it was My Problem?!


I Was Raided By Predatory Christians, Ma'am


Who snuck in my studio to beat me up...


With their horrible brand of Psychedelic Smut.


My wiener duel with the bible-coated thug


I admit, gave me the best orgasm


I've had since LUNCH!!!”
"

"Just keep joking"


An evil chuckles hiss...


"A few more seconds


and we'll know where you live!!!”


I left my mouth running


In the 9-1-1 tub...


Which is rapidly filling


Their computers up!!!


Fire trucks, cops


And paramedics


Will show up in droves


For the public hanging


Firing squad, or


Brutal spanking


Or, whatever suits the


State today...


When they catch a painter with


Too much to say

9-1-1 Part 3: HIJACKED

HIJACKED

Through a long steady draw on the coffin nail dream... 


The front door slowly opens, I'm instantly afraid... 


The light of Uncola streams in like a ghost... 


The silhouette backlit, fills the door 


I cock my pistol and take off the lock... 


A Bladerunner perhaps sent to ZAP my butt? 


I'm so flattered to have actually pissed them off 


"In the bag, DAD?" a familiar voice croons 


"I've got a problem, Can WE TALK?" 


Only a daughter could sit and chat 


To a man about the Epidemic 

with the Bag of Turin on his head... 

"You and Mom had all the fun... 


Free love and all, or so they say...?" 


"Times have changed my dearest one... 


The party's over and the Dark Side has won...

 
You can always wear a condom over your head 


If you believe every kiss will be the Kiss of Death!!!"

The "Black Crows" want this girl real bad 


To sing hymns all day, snake-charm the crowds 


And bury the Bone Of Righteousness so deep 


A sweaty preacher's palm on a young girl's knee... 


Stroking and rubbing new skin so soft 


No, the young and glamorous don’t have a chance... 


With a THREE-LEGGED preacher in TWO-legged pants! 


"God gave us AIDS to save the human race 


From copulating homos!" 

you hear the preachers say... 


Excluding, of course, the Chosen Few... 


Who seduce with this swill the young and confused!

Now fascist balls tingle in the belfries, so high 


People are terrified of the blissful delights 


Shoved into condoms instead of a cure... 


Or the body-bag alternative--

a Third World War 


Seemingly wed-locked in the missionary position... 


Or, even I've heard, 

"NO SEX AT ALL!!" 


Unless, of course, like shepherds of old... 


You boff the muttons, yelling, 

“Christ That’s Good!!!” 


Treat your flock with kindness, sir, 


“Now wife, what’s fer SUPPER!!”

Three Legged Preacher in Two Legged Pants 



"You Are What You Eat!"