He was wandering Homeless through the park so I bought him a slice Of pizza
Have You Found Jesus?
Yes
He was freezing outside On the street in an old Sleeping bag In thirty degree weather old With no job or dreams Or stories left to tell
Have You Found Jesus?
Yes
He was working as a barista At Starbucks trying just To pay the rent
Selling meth on the side
Have You Found Jesus?
Yes
He was at a protest Beating the shit out Of a proud boy in self defense And was arrested & put Away for 20 years for Doing the right thing While the proud boy only Got 5
Have You Found Jesus?
Yes
He was down on Wall Street Spraying graffiti on all the Statues and Icons, with a holy message Which said:
” Feed The Fucking Poor !”
Have You Found Jesus?
Yes
They found him dead And hanging from a large cross In every place & church His blood still flowing flooding all the streets And alleyways and in every corner Of the world washing away All of the war, crime & hate & pain
But you see, none of these things Ever really happened
Because Jesus was Never found Never died for all our sins
Because Jesus was Just a man, just another human being Who got killed by other men
And made a tortured example that the Twisted power of twisted men Will always rule The earth
And that Jesus Buddha or any Other enlightened Beings
Will be destroyed Decimated, interrogated Assisinated or burned At the stake For every living soul
To see
To watch
In fear
Of speaking up
So excuse me sir but
Have You Found Jesus? Our savior? Our friend?
And I reply
Why Yes!
I just had a serious talk with him Just last week on the bus
He smelled like BO With garlic & long hair And he told me to tell you this:
That there’s a real fucking World out there beyond your Fucking brainwashed Mind hive blinders
There’s poor people There’s disabled people There’s elderly people There’s racism, facism & Groups of insane assholes Trying to destroy the world
Trying to destroy love Democracy & your right To believe in the God you Want to believe in
So do you still want to find Jesus?
He says;
Look for me out there I’m in everybody Who truly fucking cares
Fighting against the monsters The greedy, the rich and the And real bastards who would Kill, murder and steal everything You love and own
Poems meet the raw needs of our most vulnerable inner selves in a disarmingly primal way, using a simple tool no other sort of language mobilises in quite the same manner: predictable, physical, rhythmical repetition. Poetry chants and incants; it excites and lulls.
If you examine the highest poetry in the light of common sense, you can only say that it is rubbish; and in actual fact you cannot so examine it at all, because there is something in poetry which is not in the words themselves, which is not in the images suggested by the words ‘O windy star blown sideways up the sky!’ True poetry is itself a magic spell which is a key to the ineffable.
We are just experiencing a few technical difficulties
But no worries
Just ignore it all
The burning & the lethal flow The weather just a little bit off but no Nothing to worry about here at all no No no no not a thing not at all as the leaves falling From the trees in the Fall without turning changing colors Seem unnoticable to The average tax payers eye hearing the false Phantasms of an overactive imagination as The widening gyre & the magical whirl Of our machinery makes capitalism such a
BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL
FUCKING
THING
Nope!
Everything is just grand & fine Here in America our proud country Other countries and the world and … No, Hey don’t listen to that annoying Little girl because she’s just Brainwashed & full of Shhhhhhh ….
(CENSORED)
But don’t worry
We are only experiencing a few Minor technical difficulties
Such as
All the animals Mysteriously disappearing as The oceans full of trash are Running out of fish as the desecrated Amazon forest meets it’s Untimely demise and the great Leaders all like to remind us And continuously say
All is well All is well Trust me We’re fixing this We’ve got this
TRUST ME
And stop listening To everyone else because
It’ll get fixed It’s already fixed say
Tomorrow
Next week
Next month
Next year
Ok, ummm … Give us a decade Or so maybe 100 years No worries Our kids will fix it Their kids will fix it Elon Musk will fix it Jesus will fix it Jesus & Elon Musk and in the God we trust will fix it all
Because A brighter tomorrow is A miracle is just Waiting to be received
But no worries
Really. We are only Experiencing a few small Technical difficulties
Like, for instance Trying to figure out what Figures & the amount that Mass graves, no growing food & a mass extinction will cost us
Like which countries that will all Start to burn in the noon day sun 1st So we can start growing & selling those Same exported crops at a much much Higher price
So TRUST US!
We LOVE YOU!
We CARE !
We are your friends & neighbors American Corporations And we are the one’s who control your False democracy without you knowing A thing and … Oops!
(RADIO SILENCE)
II.
Good Morning!
We are just experiencing a few Technical difficulties
The air today is somewhat Breathable but as always Don’t forget your masks
And please remain at your work Stations as our new plan of Hope goes into effect
Marshall law food Rationing and All healthcare only Affordable by the rich
Clean water? Our filters recycle Everything
And by the way?
That little girl who told us Outlandish stories years Ago trying to save the earth Has passed away
Sadly, a suicide Insanity
No truth at all
By the way? For your safety We have all your Personal information
I know who sleeps, who walks by night, who thrives and who does not. I hear the music as they waltz under the eyes of the man in the moon, the wind dancing towards the darkness. I know the reason and the rhyme and the silence, the signs of prophecy, I know of all their dreams and nightmares that shall unfold.
Over these many years I am honored once again to be celebrating the October ~ Halloween Season with a reading of the works of one of my favorite authors Edgar Allan Poe. Hope to see you there ! Help us celebrate Edgar’s work & his spirit !💀
Telegraphic missives from the bleak future of now taking in spirit machine and blood . A faint hope beyond hopelessness still guiding the words .
~ Steve Kilbey, ( Musician, Author, Poet) From The Band The Church
MAN
I Am The Great Vulture A Bird Of Prey Flying In Circles Going Nowhere Killing Everything I See Especially The Weak The Disabled The Injured The Ones Who Aren’t Like Me
And When All Those Souls Are Gone I’ll Find New Ones To Feed Upon Even My Own Reflection Until There Is Nothing
