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!!!