This Poem was Submitted By: John R. Birkbeck On Date: 2001-11-15 10:57:21 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Danse Fanatique

Psycho Zen rugby terrorists from motorised semi-auto metal ammo dumps and thin-lipped paranoids and pitiless melancholes square off for war. Cold blonde Amazons in tight black business suits and spiked platform heels deny my ripe lust for life and issue commands by cellphone to corporate security thugs to eviscerate me where I stand. My old mother would have sobbed over my pitted headstone as my enemies drank deeply from tankards of erased memory no longer a matter of consequence  if a single solitary blown life had once known pain or regret. Each new dawn peels back hallucinatory lucid dreams of sweating out the terror of unpredictable daytimes and inconceivable nightfalls and constipated chaos in the wake of free will.

Copyright © November 2001 John R. Birkbeck

Additional Notes:
I must confess, I really don't know what I'm doing here. I just strung a bunch of words and images together that felt good at the time. But I think I could go into a more lucid direction if only I could clear things up a bit. Any ideas?


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