Posted by Atticus on October 23, 2005, at 17:02:21
Stigmata ablaze
With the Holy Fire
Of digital signs,
America’s empire,
I’m a burning bush
Of lust and desire,
Declaring Commandments
Carved to inspire.But I get my kicks
On Route 6-6-6,
Of media heroin,
My electronic fix,
A pleading dog howls,
Too old for new tricks,
Bodies hang on the gibbets,
And the clock, it just ticks.A Times Square native,
A stringless lyre,
The silent Greek chorus
My world requires,
I mute my song
Amid the exhaust pyres
Of twelve million
Flickering rolling tires.But I get my kicks
On Route 6-6-6,
Of media heroin,
My electronic fix,
A pleading dog howls,
Too old for new tricks,
Bodies hang on the gibbets,
And the clock, it just ticks.Who weeps at sunset
For the ebon it sires?
Who paces the concrete
Calvary paths, its mires?
Who wails for martyrs
Whose time expires?
It’s a land of sellers,
It’s a land of buyers.But I get my kicks
On Route 6-6-6,
Of media heroin,
My electronic fix,
A pleading dog howls,
Too old for new tricks,
Bodies hang on the gibbets,
And the clock, it just ticks.
poster:Atticus
thread:571051
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