Interlude

Going for something a bit different today, more of the poetic form, just another way I jot down things before they are relegated to subconscious or nonexistence, in the moment thoughts can be so clear, so defined that a scramble of barely legible chicken scratch must be performed to capture a picture frame in time, a critical scene from the events in a night or rather general reflections and musing on the experience of society as well as my place in it.

1. Junkie Twist
Its the burn I feel
the madness
the hate
the lock
another human being
has over me
walking through a bar room door
prescence
washes over me
like a fresh fix
from a needle
a rush so high
my face burns
tingles
to the point of panic
a combined fever
of exstacy
and yearning
is yet nothing
but a carrot
on a string
the bait
to twist
me
like a puppet
from a wire
slowly dangling
amongst the twisted lengths
until I suffocate
then dropped to the ground
disposed
left on the curb
of America's dirtiest streets
murky puddles
in the cold weather chill
today
under cloudy skies
nothing more than a refugee
alone
living with the fact
that all play toys
wearout
their usefulness
their good times
when the bill comes due
and then like all good little girls
they run to daddy to save the day

2. Slow American Dissolve
It's a battle
of the past
and the future
while inbetween
stands a landmark
of architectual history
the Detroit Train Depot
just a mere skeleton now
constructed
in the deepest
of gothic tones
dormant
full of blown out windows
pock marks
of missing concrete
like a facade of deep rooted
acne scars
a local told me
as we drove past
the building one day
how her ancestors
smuggled aboard
the railroad trains
from the south
heading north
back before
the abolition of slavery
silently departing at this train depot
then quickly rushing
into the large variety
of nearby bushes and other foilage
to escape detection
in the cold Detroit midnight
there is talk
of tearing the building down
which at the moment
is fenced off
like some interment camp prisoner
an icon of America
yet quarantined
to avoid spreading a virus
of caring about US History
in this current era
disposable
mediocre
auto erotic architecture
remaining isolated
while amongst the nearby surroundings
the wrecking ball
has played its part
in reshaping the community of Detroit
from industrial mantle piece
to Post WWII wasteland
so stands the train depot
this war veteran
conduit to the west
a sage
a storyteller
by just peering
at the building itself
the masonary
the attention to detail
construction
built to last
now possibly makes
it's last stand
against the future
whether it is a casino
a dirt lot
a parking structure
or just becoming a casuality
from the lack of funding
needed to restore the train depot
this place
has become another victim
in an economy
dissolving
right before my eyes
a brief light
shines upon the structure's pillars
and the archways
as the sun sets upon it
darkness proceeds
to ingest another
shapeless form
into the never ending night
left to die
like a diseased
forgotten elder tribesman
a castaway
to live alone
within reach
yet out of touch
something has been accepted
sacrificed
for the comforts of the new digital age
although the building
humbly praised in small circles
seems largely uncared for today
America has suceeded
in erasing history
in the name of commerce
without realizing
how it is destroying
the very foundation
of the economy
it is trying to evolve
as the wind
rain
pollution
vandalism
neglect
age
and use
leave quite a mosiac of decay
quite a technocolor jacket
of slow intermittent phosphorous color flashes
like a half lit neon sign
a silent Tsunami
of social change
comes crashing down on Detroit
and in its wake
one more link in the chain
from America's past
to its future has been broken

3. The Great Experiment
Got to experience
public hate in Detroit
not much different
than anywhere else
all races
shopping
in one bland
ultra mega shopping center
whether
Arab
White
Black
Mexican
Indian
whoever
I do not fit the mold
the homogenic desire
to chase after
the illusionary American Dream
my mold casted
in a combination of experiement and mistake
first
second generation Americans
wonder
exactly
what I am
as I shop
with a woman
who looks like Mariah Carey
she is half white
half black
all sexy
and I am all weird
but accustom to the stares
from all my global travels
the hate vibe
does not work on me
of course
I feel the judgement
the confusion
the jealousy
of not being born into a homogenic culture
as many these people
are around me at the moment
appear to have resided in
back in their native land
my foriegn mixed race nature
my physical makeup
gives off disdain
to everyone
from hardcore muslims
to ghetto youth teens
My woman friend and me
are a novelty
a television show or movie
walking down shopping aisles
at the moment
getting groceries like everyone else
watch some middle age
white trash man
checking out my friend
have to chuckle a bit
from the confused look
of genetically
environmentally instilled
racial hate
mixed together
with a primitive desire
sexually penetrate her
right here in the aisle
as I look at him
thinking
yes
I am with this beautiful woman
and ocassionly
fuck her brains out
while the white trash man
strolls past pushing a grocery cart
with his fat inbred pig of a wife
he is jealous
as I laugh
directly in his face
as we walk past
no amount
of excuse me's
and pardons
have no real effect
in getting any of these people
to break out of their caustic stench
of predestined internal frozen hostility
as a young black kid
caught up in the wanna be
throw down gangsta mentally
tries to get bold with me
in an attempt
make me move aside
while passing by him
It's a contest of who
will move for who
as he stares at me
so I move right into him
then he says
what's up
which sounds good for the movies
but only encourages me
to elbow him off to the side
no retaliation
no guts
just another posure
who gets to much entertainment
and not enough ass beatings
he tries to leer
at my friend
who is dressed
in a front buttoned blue jean body dress
high heels
baby doll face
now everyone
is just straight up staring
no one knows
how to handle us
I just look right through them
fuck em
ask my friend if she can feel the negativity
she says yes
but has become accustom to it
learning to just ignore the feeling
not my style
rather get hostile
call them out
and get on with it
they all back down
every race has beef
some issue
segregation is alive in America
I don't fit in
a bad batch
early sign of 21st poly cultural people
who have excelled
because of their diversity
and the opposition
it has brought in the past
so here I go
fucking up the traditional socio cultural system
stuck in between
immigrants
and the WASP's of wall street
while putting
food stuff into a grocery cart
there will always be difference
over unity
blame
overshadowing
responsibility
those outside the circle of acceptance
shall serve as scapegoats
for the personal faults
and backwards nature of the old school
white is right mentality
that was a reality for me
only being 40
where as a kid
the words
Nigger
Spik
Faggot
Chink
were heard in everyday conversation
today
not much seems to be different
only a much friendlier mask
is put on during working hours
still the hate vibes
build
crashing on my mind
attempting to induce
anger
fear
but only resulting
in an opportunity
to dissect
the failure of the American Melting Pot