Unsung california dreamin. (Prose Poem) by SupremeDreamer
(An insignificant tribute to Ginsberg, Burroughs, and Kerouac.)
I growl beneath my breath when speaking,
dictating my turbulent universe and forging dreams
marked by disordered euphoria that radiates from
methylated neuro-circuits fired up in an emotional
explosion of impassioned fury and, far from being sane,
this reality remains twisted, introverted and entwined with
my vision of savagery, of anarchy as a method of action,
independent thought and widespread disrespect for authority--
characteristics inherent in the dismal youth of today--
the dreaded-eclipsed future of America, born and bred in a destitute,
poverty-stricken, politically-incorrect, and corrupt US of A
where teenaged minds are raised in the night life of techno-raves,
as rhapsodic children dancing oddly with eyes consumed by xtc illusions
of love, clouded with drunken-fallacious feelings of unity
or-- if not that, their pubescent psyche is abandoned, consigned to the
noon-time tension of violent urban jungles covered in graffiti symbols
advertising vulgar threats that represent scattered bands of unruly
delinquents seduced by a plethora of pseudo-sadistic criminal thought,
and loyally following their inner devils' wicked persuasions...
Welcome in this rising pillar of social decay and rebellion.
Say hello to My America; it's polluted and smells
of ethical-moral disarray, with a distaste for faith, religion,
and therapeutic intervention, swaying in tune to my persistent growl
that rouses the frenzied-warlike confrontation.
Face the dreary turmoil and dwell in worrisome consideration
of what the bleary-approaching horizon will bring, praying that this
rogues ill-fated prophesy shant come to fruition,
despite my rumbling silhouette that bears witness and
causes your pleading lips to stiffen and then resign
to a faint-uncontrolled, eerie-trembling moan.
Acknowledge what your eyes avoided and listen to my
unsung California dream of rebellion and pearly-white puritan skulls
whose crumbling bones have fallen prey to macabre subversion,
then say nothing-- speak silence, feed your growing pestilence,
and reveal nothing of what you've heard here in profane abandon.
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