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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