Bloody Well Right

I was awarded mercy by the mimes.
They were blinded by the boy with the moon and the stars on his head.
I was blinded by the mimes.
Immaculate Jenny pulled the shade. The grave robbers were out tonight.
The child prodigy had wondered at the admiration of the dead clowns.
The non-conscious ideology of discrimination against women only exists in the
moaning and raging of the angry young man.
Apparent suffering oozing with rationality.
A sociological flaw.  Love.
“Remain in the tube.  Please don’t touch the electric wires wrapped around the tube.  They are only there for your protection.”

If sanity and insanity exist how shall we know them?
Do we trust the confidence of the rock and roll doctor?
Do we fill the prescriptions he gave us for holy water?
These were numbers eleven and twelve and fifteen.
My professor saw me sleeping.  He didn’t care that I knew the answers.  He wanted to see what I would do with them.
I crawled inside my sleeping bag.
Does lower class culture perpetuate poverty?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
Is this an exercise in absurdity?
Meaningless at Utopia High is rich with examples of
performance art seeping with symbols of the Great Refusal.
Medieval demons tear down the walls to expose a sight
never meant to be seen by innocent men.
The fuselage of our ship.
Covered with words.  And the words read,
“Remain in the tube.  Please don’t touch the electric wires wrapped around the tube.  They are only there for your protection.”

Some people leave scraps of themselves wherever they go,
Just like the Patchwork Girl of Oz…often it’s just an eyelash, maybe a
chunk of skin off a fingertip, nail clippings.  I saw a girl in Oklahoma let
someone cut off a foot of her hair and sweep it away.  Left my heart in prison.
The mimes recited recipes
                   Read lists,
                   Approved endorsements,
                   Supported issues,
And said that everything written by Carlos Castaneda is in code,
giving weight to the suspicion that Paramount Reality was an accident
designed to hide illumination in a word.  Hate.