September 2, 2010

SATAN STREETS, TO GUIDE YOU

by Randall Rogers

satin streets
and
allys paved
with fool’s gold
that’s america
the usa
just to inform
you dreaming would be
immigrants – or shit help us you terroristas
if youse is still
got the notion paid the smugglers
to get you illegally or hell, legally,
into this fine
always been always will be
nation - and people –

because nowadays
as the social philosopher types
tenured or not
arm-chair
or actually read a book
and finished it
last year
person you are
not.

just put a little
vapor
in your gas/ass
and keep looking
and things still
in the end and on the way
will definitely
not be alright
nor ever near so
why?
because you lie
as you have been told, no forced,
the truth or what then or now or future past
it passed
and was in turn
passed on to
as the whom you think is the fake and spurious real
you, of you.
boo-hoo hoo.

help! dingos, ah...no...

-- vaporous gas raped my daughter!!!
name?
name’s mary
the virgin mary
joe told the detectives.
repeatedly.
until they believed.

2 comments:

Chris Butler said...

Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to reintroduce the Beatnik Cowboy himself, the undeclared poet lauraette of Indochina, Randall Karlen Rogers.
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Anonymous said...

COULD NOT HAVE SAID IT BETTER.

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