We can plumb the depths of superficiality And enter the world of the truly mundane
Where self created artificial emotions flourish In the sanctity of ego and it's brother -- pride
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Poetry is like a perpetual Facebook selfie An intimate look at virtual nothingness
Uninhibited by any sense of responsibility Or the foolish societal claims upon us To // get real //
I came to understand this today when I Witnessed a bus crash into some child on the street And **** it
All the phones came out and the pictures were taken Posted and going viral
The excitement was so real
Everyone trying to get their picture taken with the grieving mother Who was Center Stage for the first time in her life!
People were lying down in the street with the corpse and taking selfies
It was a true celebration of what is real
People were ******* and cheering and loving And having such a good time
IT WAS PURE VISUAL POETRY
and DEAR FELLOW POETS It reminded me of you !!
Love without the limitations imposed By vain morality and modesty
Life without some pompous *** telling us What is fit or not fit to explore
We are just bodies ! We are pure art !
Thru poetry we can delve into the complete emptiness Of meaningless experience
And raise it to the heights of enlightened vulgarity We can raise simple uncomplicated exploitation Of others Into the grandest expression of total eternal love
We can talk majestically of touching someone's hair Or neck or genitalia
And show it's superiority to that of knowing someone's soul
We are gods and goddesses of the sublime manifestations Of dying in pain
Numb to the oblivion of the gathering Of the holy tribes
We have entered the mystic realm of sheer And perfect triviality Where life is hardly noticed within the noise