husha boom

[one hundred, ninety-nine]

bring me downtown with the stick it did
it brought me farther than the rest ever could have imagined
with its dripping sticky straw stuck and all, it went down like a cough
like a saw, like a twelve-inch knife swinging at the top
the stick drew me up, and sliced down
and it hit me with a force as if the oceans caved in
and the whole world jumped at its shattering, but they did for me
they did for everyone, the world always jumps for the stick,
the stick says jump and the world's already in the air
one step ahead of it all, one step beforehand backwards
and always running the same race, what is this, a rerun marathon?
if it really would work could work should, then the whole world
wouldn't be jumping, but they'd be maximising
and sympathizing
and crying for us all with the stick, the big
round
chapped stick of hell, the stick that brings down the walls
and the churches
and the capitalist borgeois schemes of late,
the stick that brings management to the forefront falling homestead
of the administrative others that help the front desk
and sit behind and infront, that inject the patients
and brood over sheets of paperwork day in out over every ways
to maintain the strain that the big shots gain
and are paid in vain,
for other people's
pain
but the stick it knows the shows, it calls the shots for the grown ups
the little ones, the ones who have yet to live
yet to swim in the ocean of life, but the stick breaks down the walls
and itbites like teeth, venomous, strong teeth,
that will someday crush and tatter the remains for us, the given, the unfortunate us
interconnected frozen wires of lifeless beds
streaming a conscious breath as the waitresses pass out the packets of blood
and sucked lemon drops, and coined phrases of woe
and if there was a larger nuissance say nay for it would be but the stick
the stick with its sunshine and its roses and its thornbush underbelly
the stick with its naked, protruding head sticking a shiny shaved head
into the world
into the us,
we plead for its negativity to release and be shamed into hiding
from the world but the world calls to it
and needs it
for it to ring in, even more
and if the stick stood firm on the grounds of us
and the grounds of life and death
and the grounds of the whirlwind royalty
it will stay.

focus: guess

Jess :]