There’s no poetry here anymore
by junior fits
Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-05-11 05:30:00
There’s no poetry here anymore
in this vessel breathing antiquities
rehearsed and repeated.
There’s no poetry here anymore
only flags, flak and barcode tags
Even Ginsberg had his price.
There’s no poetry in growing old anymore
obselescence becomes the mumbling mantra
of the always already dispossessed.
There’s no poetry in the sign anymore
depleted reality, new reality
screaming frailty of fogged windows.
There’s no poetry in the mechanism
in the human technique
we all drowned in think-tanks praising instrumentality.
There’s no poetry in the hollowed heart
or the shaking hand, stinking of afterbirth
in a false creation, forever recreation
There’s no poetry in the pregnant pause
turned sour, words upon words
hour after hour.
There’s no poetry in the books
or beyond the fragments of older books
just selves selling selves on the eternal bookshelf.
There’s no poetry in this prison shell
in the cathartic re-run,
soon we’ll return to worship of a Jurassic sun.
There’s no poetry in the alphabet
and rearrangement thereof,
there’s no Kantian moment ecclectic
no subject, no Subject
capable of confiding truth
through the cacophany
of the marching
maelstrom,
and the bright burning signifier
a ball of ash, a pile of words
carried on wayward winds
of the destruction,
the last poetic act
was Nuremburg and the flame
there has been no poetry since,
only more of the same.