Howling at the MOON

i saw the best minds of my generation stilled by insane hatred left
hatred of music
hatred of clothing
hatred of self reflected against self other paths
seen not taken frightening out
of the ghost cell centered in the chest dropped down and identifying the self with the

MOON

phasing three quarters gone waxing the source of reflected light waning losing dropping out the evening’s illumination falling down slipping away when we see the end coming and we know where the end lies periodicity the hobgoblin of malkuth sucking away upon the appearance of a new phase of the

MOON

when i walked thru barcelona i gritted my teeth hard looking seeing sky air fearing pickpockets hearing the voice of spite in the back of my head spitting obscenity neurons firing like pistons to reassure me that i was right that i was always right lord of the manner and always right the voice coming from the limbics the voice that i hate the voice that i suppress bud off cut off ignore lie about the voice of the

MOON

back in the Bonzai City i can pull the ground up around me crushing artifice of holographic oppression the city around me imposing boxes prison terrarium fucking blocking out the sky uncle tom house slave trees grinning like children staring up the stars happy to just give us something to look at some air happy to be around the people my hands fill with earth energy ley line power pulling the city of sinlessness to life around me i can see the bulldog i can see the tram i can see the brick roads and the men in suits and the junkies and leather daddies and whores in their cages i can smell the funk of shit and the garbage lining the street at the end of a day waiting to be picked up by underpaid immigrant labor muslims getting fucked from both ends and as stars retreat so we see the

MOON

all i wanted was to be nice all i wanted was to help all i wanted was to see you happy all i wanted was to end world hunger all i wanted was to see art all i wanted was him to love me all i wanted was all i wanted was all i wanted was just another voice of the

MOON

She laughs at me when I land on her, face first snuffing blue dust into my nose. The massive key feels heavy in my hand. I unlock an invisible door and I’m back.