Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 3, 2006 21:45:43 GMT -8
10 Points on the Star of David
I.
Photo flashes mixed with ivy laughs
exert the volume slaughtered speakers
screaming today’s territorial rating.
II.
The new Jewish release
oversimplifies lives gassed
to find existence faired by consequesnces.
Women gawk over the shirtless man
drinking genocide mixed cabernet
and men sit, complaining
the bloodless bath isn’t realistic.
III.
Tempered gunshots interrupt,
can you pass the Kellogg’s?
and dreamland conversations
spread over last weeks leftover bread
because jelly bastes the jaw line
to silence mourning announcements.
IV.
This weeks Spanish Revolution’s conquistadors
invade the unfocused mind
of irrelevant questions
about the look in Cortes’ mocking eyes.
Massacres become less important
when sleep was interrupted for a seventy-five percent not even worth a retake.
Smutty beneficial slurs dilute importance.
V.
Necessities are left in the freight cars
on the railway with violated pride walking in gender lines from kindergarten
to the last form of summer camp
anyone will beg to remember.
Separation devours weeping optimism glancing towards the German deity
introducing the swastika for the new generation.
VI.
The showerheads won’t sell soundtracks
to songs about freedom and equality
and cries about God’s children
begging to be spared a sacrifice.
This is the Jewish Diaspora Reformation.
VII.
A dedicated station repeats productions
of non-fiction pressing realism.
Black and white photos restored,
hushing sounds of decayed time.
Lifetime’s featuring a film on teenage depression of imaginary friends.
VIII.
Flawless faces with oceans blinking,
await violations
by Satan’s mightiest angel
with war plan’s of human surrender.
God watches, reluctantly,
humming,
this was their time to save us.
IX.
Commemoration and justification
lay analogous to the racial killing
of a forced barrel hello
equaling a stripgas goodbye.
Society’s convincingly irrational.
X.
The memory of actuality
disappeared at the separation
of never mentioned goodbyes
as till death do we part
gave an automatic ending.
©
I.
Photo flashes mixed with ivy laughs
exert the volume slaughtered speakers
screaming today’s territorial rating.
II.
The new Jewish release
oversimplifies lives gassed
to find existence faired by consequesnces.
Women gawk over the shirtless man
drinking genocide mixed cabernet
and men sit, complaining
the bloodless bath isn’t realistic.
III.
Tempered gunshots interrupt,
can you pass the Kellogg’s?
and dreamland conversations
spread over last weeks leftover bread
because jelly bastes the jaw line
to silence mourning announcements.
IV.
This weeks Spanish Revolution’s conquistadors
invade the unfocused mind
of irrelevant questions
about the look in Cortes’ mocking eyes.
Massacres become less important
when sleep was interrupted for a seventy-five percent not even worth a retake.
Smutty beneficial slurs dilute importance.
V.
Necessities are left in the freight cars
on the railway with violated pride walking in gender lines from kindergarten
to the last form of summer camp
anyone will beg to remember.
Separation devours weeping optimism glancing towards the German deity
introducing the swastika for the new generation.
VI.
The showerheads won’t sell soundtracks
to songs about freedom and equality
and cries about God’s children
begging to be spared a sacrifice.
This is the Jewish Diaspora Reformation.
VII.
A dedicated station repeats productions
of non-fiction pressing realism.
Black and white photos restored,
hushing sounds of decayed time.
Lifetime’s featuring a film on teenage depression of imaginary friends.
VIII.
Flawless faces with oceans blinking,
await violations
by Satan’s mightiest angel
with war plan’s of human surrender.
God watches, reluctantly,
humming,
this was their time to save us.
IX.
Commemoration and justification
lay analogous to the racial killing
of a forced barrel hello
equaling a stripgas goodbye.
Society’s convincingly irrational.
X.
The memory of actuality
disappeared at the separation
of never mentioned goodbyes
as till death do we part
gave an automatic ending.
©
