The Anti-Christ IV

You Beatnick Scallywags! I'll deny the whole lot of you.
This opprobium will not be forgotten.
You rigidly moralize your fears into laws
Calling upon Jesus and righteous indignation
To collaborate with malleable minds in stupid plots
To destroy the poor and demolish the beatitudes.
Jesus would have none of you, I say, and its been said before!
He was no capatalist or communist, he was a free agent,
Beyond the opulent customs of a generation thats always a decade behind.

Where are the archaic angels who steer the walking castles,
Or the Cloud Kings that knighted Einstein with a broom?
Can the whole world be broken enough to be fixed right now?
The dinosaur democracy ate all the livid protestors
Who would sit out in rain with drenched cardboard signs
All night, relighting candles by the White House in hope
That a president would look out and see the light and know peace.
But nothing ever comes except rain and other unchanging things.

The soldiers of futility have fallen into the dust.
They've made homes among the coffins with windows,
They have children who pick at their scabs for fun.
Widows weep diamonds on the Equinox in alligator black, leather.
They scream at the hiccups from the world's hottest core.
I laugh at the thrones that are empty or burning
And yet the sight makes me sadder than crying could say.

I'll leave this old town, with its unpaved roads and dead horses.
The saloon looked like a cathedral when I first got here.
Now I see the Saloon is the Cathedral and the Cathedral is a facade,
With emptiness, no rapture, just emptiness,
Because the rapture has long been gone.

You've lynched me, mad mob and I'll never forgive you.
You can tar and feather my body but never my mind.
You can castrate my life but never my love.
If you crucify me, I will only come back stronger.
There's no way to beat change, it comes all the same.
Have at your hymnals and read your cheap Bibles,
Pray for the stasis that so many of us fear,
But I will have none, though looks can be decieving.
I am no Anti-Christ, I am Christ and you are Blind.

Come weary children to the hope everlasting
To the bottom's up gully of humility's sleep.
Friend not the friends who say they're your friends,
Give in to the homeless who beg for your help.
Go chant in the steeples, pray in the Alleys
Worship yourself so long as you're sincere.
Hold up your babies and let down your old,
Ascend or descend into night's quiet keep.

The quiescent bat gargoyles scream in their worship
On lonely beaches where the water needs the moon to survive.
The forests grow thinner and further from heaven,
They lack the hiding powers that once made them live.
The monsters are revealed now, naked and bare,
They sit in the monoliths of the modern age fair
Across from the valley, far from the ocean
Where the demons parade a light known to few
That captures the essence of God in a crystal,
It looks like a dollar but is red, ruby red.

And the night, once aquainted, holds fast the constitution
That preaches the freedoms of the America I love.
Where freedom to freedom is freedom indeed
With guns fully loaded and votes fully flung,
And pockets fully filled and prescriptions written out.
But then comes the freedom that Jack talked about,
And its beaten into nothing and told that its wrong.
The flags are lowered and white flags go up.
The Cannabis Society believes it will win someday,
But everyone else knows prejudice is too deeply rooted
In animals of higher reasoning who think that they're more.

Hahahaha. Freedom! What a thought!
So sweet in ideals, so hard in practice.
I once thought I knew freedom,
But it was just apple pie.
Freedom - what it is is too easily scary
What it isn't isn't disturbing enough.
There's no way around it,
You have to look:
Freedom is the smoke coming off of a car accident,
Its the blink at the center of every orgasm.
Nothing can control it or move much beyond it,
Everyone is subject to its ruling denial.
So have at me world, you angry, lofty mob!
Give me your electric chair and injection,
Every car bombastic day.
I'll still take you and hold you,
You are mine and I am yours.
By the crow that flies,
I love you and will keep you,
Pray for you and hate you,
Know you and kiss you,
You are mine, you are mine
I am yours, I am yours,
Shantih, shantih, shantih.


09/09