Endgame Days of Flesh and Soul
by THE RENEGADE POET
Posted to Poetry on 2004-05-13 16:56:00
You wanted Dolce and Gabana
sacred
high street truths
Versace patent leather space age
neon shoes
Burgers, Big Macs, DVDs, glitterati pills
Mobile phones to scorch our bones,
cold electric thrills
You wanted fake karaoke hour taxi cabs, pizza
rush
death trips, MTV nailbombs,
six wavy lines of the finest Beatnik frescos
Formaldehyde autogeddon, daytrips
to
Prozac heaven
An electric dreamscape of cool zombie
sine wave
sci-fi freaks
And chilled out crackhead promenade flesh,
strung out
across the latex mile
You wanted the Lifestyle….
The endgame days of flesh and soul
The sleepless 24/7 dot-com stores
The perfect teeth and hair
Giant inflatable Jacob Epstein reefers and digital
BMW lawns with elegant
Prada homes
You wanted obedient human genomes
Syndicated Coca-cola, botox and liposuction
Pixels, megabytes
Steaming commuter hour Cappucino stores
shining
in the artificial light
You wanted call centre stem cells, KFC prayermats,
drive-thru
angels, ringtone Buddhist chants
Microchips, synthetic dreams, futuristic mezzanines
You wanted modern germless
interiors
by Damian Hurst
And smiling white coated economists
with dark machine hearts
Lastminute.com Hollywood yoga and
Monsanto caffeine
Soft-porn and polythene
You wanted mental acid diacetyl,
pounding
narcoleptic drumbeats,
strobing flash symbols and sedatives
Subliminal sub-atomic basslines
Music for airports, Aspartame, Paracetomol
You wanted lone gunmen waiting for autographs
on the sidewalk
and dead British scientists
wearing bloody WMD crowns
Thrash metal and Frankenstein children
A multitude of auto-suggestive consumers
and credit slaves
You wanted images of shock and awe
for
the folks back home
For the biometric and fingerprinted masses,
for the
Nokia Generation hooked on pop-tarts
and Tae chi
You wanted zeitgeist manipulators in
alternative reality
suits
Comedy fairground presidents, telegenic religion
Petro-dollar churches
Theme parks and distractions
Perma-grin spin doctors with snap-on
rotating heads
Soundbites and Sangsara
Music hall and melodrama
Legions of ex-rehab survivor hippie chicks
and skateboard dude surfer bums
dreaming
of the next big synthesized wave
You wanted high octane mescaline, secret
Himalayan stimulants
Ambrosia and nectar, peyote and soma
The strongest Tibetan and Nepalese, the
elixer of
the lotus flower and honey bees
Sparkling multidimensional mind altering tinctures
and
serums to make you feel whole
So you could remain in the days of flesh and soul
So you could gorge on genocide and terrorism
So you could freebase with reality
You held all the aces and ruled over a world
anaesthetized
by shock art and E numbered food
By deadly jabberwokking toads in pock-marked
mannequin suits
By a wave of class A hed kandi
By a phalanx of bloodline personal trainers
You pressed your foot down hard on the lid
and never gave an inch
You started wars and fucked up the world
with rambling psychotropic verse
With fast food and fizzy, carbonated drinks
You wanted loyalty and commitment, hierarchy
and ritual,
the ultimate showride,
a hyperphysical prison without any bars
An elite of fawning, high ranking placemen
and women
Nations of identical line dancing marionettes
And swarms of synchronized urban commuters
holding
their breath until they got into work
You wanted order and control, dubious
fundamentalist theories
Dangerous Saracen magic, double entry book keeping
Nintendo and nano-technology
Bleeding plaster saints, buried terracotta armies,
a poison gas cloud
of
noxious built-in-obsolescence
You read the signs and tried to plug the holes
by taking too many interactive drugs
You thought you’d spun a web, hung a net
But instead you got dharma seeds incarnating
as
angel flesh
You got incoming RPGs and burning
kerosene martyrs,
Boeing 757s circling over Capitol Hill
You got seven, eight year old kids throwing stones
in the street
You got unabombers and mainframe hackers,
guerilla hall widows, freedom fighters, dissidents
Gung-ho hip-hop resistance, meltdown
and
interference
Dark Tantric electricity
White noise and static
You got ozone sickness and karmic blisters,
seratonin
and oxygen poisoning
Huge, weeping hydro-carbon sores
Deadly mutating Akashik flu
You got your wavelength jammed by a sharp
cosmic burst
of crop circle typography
By a millenium plague of shanty-town UFOs
By a thousand random acts of pointlessness
By a starving ragged band of marauding
feral children
By the constant organic humming
of
ancient pagan sites
You saw the signs and knew a change was coming
A raising of consciousness, a Tsunami
of
human love
You wanted order and perfection
But all you got in the end was a lethal
injection of junk DNA
You got the balance wrong and came
plummeting
down to earth, trailing
a container of yellow and red hot ash in the sky
You made all the prime time network news
by crying
crocodile tears and sulphuric acid
By reciting false jihad refrains and
worn out
West Coast epiphanies
You promised to better, to try harder
But now you got the fear
You got a judgement coming
A test of light strobing into your inner eye,
healing
and illuminating the Earth
Shining and burning like gold
Rendering you mute and immobile as dead
asteroid stone
In the endgame days of flesh and soul
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