POEM FROM THE METAPHYSICAL SALVAGE&SCRAP LANGUAGE YARD (SILICONE CULTURE)
Kenneth DiMaggio
Silicone culture toxic enough
to give this planet cancer
Snarl
Gnash
Spit
my ugly angry face
is a mask that protects me
from a psychic ozone layer
that has been eaten away
by a neon apocalyptic religion
proselytized by Botox-faced killers
that is why there should be mug
shots of mannequins
on the FBI’s Most Wanted posters
while the former profiles
and head shots of thugs
and criminals should become
the heroes on your children’s trading cards
and on the back of each grainy gangster image
should be their crime statistics and notable
moments in their delinquent and outlaw histories
like the one for Friedrich Nietzsche
who pulled at the loose seam
of civilization
until there was no more hypocristy left to hide how Heaven
was a nursing home and God the formerly violent but still
straight jacketed patient suffering from Alzheimer’s
He’s still alive but in a ward
where everyone else is not
except for the rats who climb over
and nibble on his deteriorating grace
And on occasion breaking in the junkie
or poet who need to draw further decay because
the divine has now become a narcotic
while the junk food language
kept alive through artificial injections
has become too poisoned
to produce anything that is not mutated
Spit
Gnash
Snarl
--whatever it takes to write
whatever it takes
to pull back on the lids of eyes
in a reflection
that you thought was dead
