by LJ Frank
The Gods evacuated to another part
of the universe
as they found that Jesus was
still, a mere socialist
yet love is not to be denied,
and the agitator was really from a washing machine
so how can the divine be on one side
while thousands die each week
but in whose name remains unanswered.
“God” is the invention of Man
While the smile of grace enters the portico of justice
and the bulldog countenance approached the lectern
to a vacuous political theater,
sucking in his protruding gut
stage lights were all that mattered
his words pounded the air
a force to be reckoned with
the process was an inconvenience
to his lust and aching faux manhood
filled with testicular lumps
the sheathed penis of rattling words
his heart revealed an ultimate objective.
Anti-fascist, a concept unorganized
the prophet died for your sins while administering communion
for the means to the end is sufficient
and was of intent, no value to the pugilist,
to negate the process would mean he was in control
and the collapse was already well under way
so disgraceful mattered not…
a protagonist and antagonist rolled into one
gonorrhea infected etchings
woven into the canvas of the brain
blood dripping from the cavity
of a contorted face
a blemish of an abstract quality.
This patriarch alone possessed the requisite knowledge
encapsulated in each syllable
and each consonant,
as the world waited
breathlessly
until it no longer could
and so, went about its business the next day,
the Republic of America
was no longer engaged or entangled
in diplomatic niceties of humanity & climate,
for the business of dictating is paramount
a Hollywood studio film to be made was wanting
for democracy collapsed in the me decade of the 1980’s
under another actor’s misaligned vision of strategic defense
and the messianic pugilist well understood
he was just an accelerator
toward the disheveling of a thousand lights on a hill.
Would there be no hope for the Masses?
The stock market rose
for the crafted socialism of the rich
and those without
knew deep within
they were condemned to survive or die
on another’s cafeteria menu,
and in bold print was the cake of propaganda
served on a paper plate
familiar with the otherwise innocent
lips were spread apart in delight and angst
to accept the precious offering in an unholy alliance
the Bitter Seeds of Renunciation.