ELEGY OF FRACTURED PERSONHOOD / FLAGRANT LOCALISM
I am sitting in seattle
Just waiting to bear fruit
Ripped from my insides
Or mangled at the root
And everybody's waiting
For someone else to save them
Do you really need that patronage
Dingy hospital doors open
Faster than the DIY gates
Riding on the backs of knights
Of the apocalypse
And we are all waiting for
Some kind of revelation
To be emblazoned;
Xs on our hands and Ss on our chest
And we're all getting older
Not necessarily better
Reflections of our footsteps
Pa**ing through voyeurs in our palms
And we are all stooped over
Contorted bodies waiting
Ripe for untangling
Or anxiously keeling over
If we're all just waiting
To be harnessed in the mainframe
Will we ultimately be left
Sputtered on the ground?
If our hierarchy of needs
Is simply fractured or inverted
How many weeks
Can we spend starving in the streets
And if we're all just waiting
Already underground
How many years will it take
To be raised from the dead
Our souls all manifested
In perfect equilibrium
I guess that's why hegel's
Just a hack
Screaming and insinuating
Might just breed metamorphosis
If we don't end up as cybernetic vermin
Are you a partial person
Who's just so sick of waiting
Or are you meant to be somebody else
And I am still thinking
About how things went last night
Which matrices or rubrics
Might apply
And how you really just can't
Break new ground when there's pavement
You need to plant your seeds
In fertile ground