Hello America

Who among you are willing to buy the line of the news factory

Whose connections rot under the shadows of old glory

waving upside

down?

And who will buy the line that beats

Like a whip

Against the thighs of Baghdad

With her aborted flow of

Western ideas

Civilization,

Poetry,

And mathematics

And now tears?

Who will deconstruct the lawless night

That comes over the radio waves

Where announcers all speak with one voice

That shatters into vacant stations

With dead laughter pumped in

into the ears of

Riker's,

And the blank eyes of South Oaks

And Bellmore

Where blank is beautiful

To avoid the tension of being an animal.

Ok you who control

The television sex

That teaches the young to no longer know how be young

And pants suit women to no longer know how to be women?

Who among you are worthy to walk in the dreams of old men.

You who have become separated from your nature like

A still born wrapped in newspaper and dumped in the back allies

Of dead hospitals,

Do you know your nature?

Can you understand it?

Do you really believe that you can control the ocean?

How much was the price for Christ when you sold it

To those who only know surrender?

What is more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose?

You who sold us

Wall Street

and the American ghetto.

What TV shit salesman

sold

Jerusalem?

What price is Christ in Chinatown

And did you get crabs from fucking

The Baghdad sands

To erase time with rancid ejaculation?

The mind

Blank is beautiful

When senses are fragmented.

Who among you will severe

Your rotting connections to the

Black fruit that expands

Under the last days of ancient sun light

And under the sands of holy

Babylon.

The last words of your film

As Burroughs said

"play it all

Play it all

Play it all back

Pay it all

Pay

It

all

back."

2

What hour are you in

11:59?

The time is later than you think

In the eye of the final burning Buddha

Or old glory’s last gleaming

The Subway Serenade,

“Ladies and gentlemen I’m homeless and I have aids…”

Did you know that your icons

Have honed the art of homicide to a fine point

That comes with a single flash

To wipe clean that which you could not

Force to dance in peep shows

in Hell’s Kitchen.

Blank is beautiful

When the price splits

The Mind in two.

2

Do you know Lou Hill,

The abbot of the airwaves,

Whose visions capture

Ginsberg,

Hoffman ,

Vonnegut,

Bob Fass

And whose ears and heart

Were the ears and hearts of a revolution?

What fold in time took the great saint of the radio

To fade into the night of a broken body

.“This Genius Has Been Withdrawn”

As Watson said.

There is so far that the last waters could drag you under

The strip show

Of the naked American politics

Which lacks all features

Of being human

With all its parties

Being one party

That fills its groin with and

Grows wild on the great human wreckage.

3

GE

What sorrowful song have you sung for the Hudson

Which you have violated with your chemical finger

Our great sister who watches over us on the upper Westside.

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