Saturday, December 25, 2010

Metamorphosis from Thanksgiving to Christmas

Dog Poet Transmitting.......


On Christmas Day.


Thank you for liberty as license
in excess to
make us fat and stupid


like turkeys portrayed
as what they are not
but they taste sweet
like the memory of
what we lost

God Bless us for being a nation of assholes
in every country where
they don't celebrate
what we have
lied ourselves into believing
was representative of our gratitude


where
irony is
the cranberry sauce
and the gravy lines the arteries
of our super highways
in the portable mashed potatoes
of wide load bodies
yearning to be free

where our children are pierced with
navel rings
and tongue studs
the one hidden in decadent folds of flesh
and the other 'in house'
hard body of the moment
hardening Daddy's
fat cock
while mom cruises the aisles of the
open 24 hours Giant supermarket
in a Valium haze


"searching


I been searching


I been searching every day"


and generating vipers
like The Bible in hiphop
done by Snoop Dog and
dressed by Diddy
and available in Spanish
and Braille for those who
need to touch what they can't feel and


joined at the hip to
the country we fought to achieve
independence from
who never stopped running the show
and who joins us now
in another nation where
death is the technicolor
dream coat of false idols
pretending to be gods


and we like it better from behind
with a reach around than
we do on our backs and looking
into the face of the rapist
who made sure that the only people
walking on the sea of Galilee are
Palestinians running too fast to sink


Yeah, I got your
gratitude swinging
I got your illuminated text
and the bloated bodies that
Rumi might have mentioned
if he had been Nostradamus instead


or Nosferatu
in the White House where
they don't get mentioned


We hold these truths to be


we hold these dark woods and
serial killer drop zones in the
ice plants along the sides
of California freeways to be
self-evident.


I wish I had a country to love
I wish I hadn't died in the loading zone
I wish I had not
shit in one hand and
wished in the other


I wish



I wish



I wish


we thank you lord for these blessing we
are about to conceive
indivisible
with no kind of fucking justice
in thrall
to the Homeland in-Security pigs
in the hall.


(there was another Christmas season
lacking Thanksgiving) where my
Mom made me hotdogs
because the chili
the family was having for dinner
on the
night I got back from the hospital
was too spicy for my 12 year old stomach ulcer


that I got because
someone was so angry and cruel
that I
burned my insides out


I lost it-


for awhile before
I even knew it was there

my health
my life
my heart broken inside


I cried


I wept


I died


My father called me a
special privileged character
he whipped me
like a dog


that's what I got for Christmas


that's what I got


that's what I got
for Christmas every day
and he was a soldier for life
in the army that protected
the land of
fat blessings
for which Thanksgiving is the
day before shopping is celebrated
for a Christmas where the point
got forgotten


suffering
and succotash
cartoons and life
animated characters poping up out of the sidewalk and one of these days


one of these days


"ba ba bada ba bada 'bing' that's all folks."


cartoon spiral sucked back into the real spiral
"buddha budda budda" said the machinegun scream


"Down on your knees!"


"Good grief, it's Daddy!"


For these gifts we are about to receive
from a god that looks like John Wayne Gacy in a clown suit
on a bed of clouds with handcuffs


Thanksgiving for Christmas
we thank you god for the rain of fire that
we richly deserve
more for the fundies and missionaries than
we do for the porn


What does it take to paint sugar water under the
eyes of starving black children for
photo-ops in a Banana Republic Safari Suit?


the same thing it takes to be in charge of
exploited children
the same kind of photo-op
of men congratulating themselves for
killing half a million people
so that
their buddies in supply and demand can
make enough weapons to defend the bottom line


I am thankful
on Thanksgiving and grateful on Christmas
that
I am not you
and grief sticken too that
you are a part of me
Here in the hot apple and pumpkin pie wilderness of
the land of the free.



End Transmission.......

Patrick Willis narrates:
Thanksgiving the Day After


Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ Imaginary Queen ♫
'Imaginary Queen' is track no. 10 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)

God in Country by Les Visible


The New Shangri-La.



ABOUT THIS COMMENTS PLATFORM

Please note that if you want to leave a comment on this blog post,
you do not have to provide an email address.

...and you don't have to create an account with anyone or anything; just comment "as a guest".

(though it's quite cool to have an account with Intense Debate. Makes the whole commenting lark a bit more social. Still, that choice is yours...)


You'll find the comments submission box below.
Please feel free to use it, thank you...



The3rdElf
The 3rd Elf