by LJ Frank
ink drips from the page
news broken with disinformation
a corrupted Fox’s semen
impregnating
giving birth to an angst
possessing an insolubility
relentless
fear is a calculated strategy
and the politics of the sartorial
is merely street fashion
the private affairs of a voyeur
are an exhibitionist’s weave
legs spread to receive a Bullish Market
the eye of impulse is irresistible
visualized unequaled in a film noir…
and a man carries a remote channel selector
walking down Sunset Boulevard
past varied shades of fashionable greys
and flashes of color
the charm of need and want is merely an inflation
for the man in Christian Louboutin high heels knows
as does the woman in Santoni Isaac V1 Cap Toe Oxfords –
they are ahead of the learning curve…
the question is to whose benefit is the System
should I walk out the front or back door
perhaps there’s a horse at Churchill downs
i need to bet on
while the gates to the track are open…
but do we know what really happened to Nietzsche
upon witnessing a horse being hit in the head
for the Madman runs through streets yelling we have killed Him…
and yet
opinions were boundless during th last Reformation
and a new one is upon us
which happens in this case to be the name
of a thoroughbred at the starting gate
and while i look forward to the race
a napkin floats down from the spectator stands
with three words jotted in ink
the Enigma of Three
is it anger, fear and paranoia i wonder-
a bitter taste on the sacred tongue
from three basses, three periods, three strikes
to the Three faces of Eve
and the Trinity
but that’s a horse in another race…
why does being humane require a higher power
wasn’t the human heart created with the God gene
still, we have no resources to spend on that
better to spend it on this
to vacationing places no one else can afford
yet the people i met growing up
knew there was little difference
than let us say
the present hour…
what is money to the rich compared to the poor
isn’t oatmeal more nourishing than fish eggs?
