Poems by Allen Masterson10/24/2009

Lighthouse and Lord's Prayer

The ride began at dusk

Subtle scent of feminine musk

Skin silk

Mother's milk

Paisley sky

Pulsating hieroglyphs

Painting a picture of an iris-coned god

Abstract taste of deciphered decisions

Fear of truth in petrified visions

Hands melting to Lord's Prayer

Orange death's horizon scare

Left alone to suffer

A hellish orgasm

Impregnating heaven

With one demon seed

An insatiable appetite

To appease a need

Take flight with amplified No-Doze

Find rest with juxtaposed benzos

Sweating nightmares on the Lighthouse Highway

No light in this house, though...

The family's never home

Conflicted Peasant

Brilliant minds are beginning to surface on the sea of peasantry;

we can't have that now, can we.

Original thought without the subtle guidance of a mechanical curriculum will only

create havoc in our beloved technocracy.

Inspire the artist to conceive television utopias in a blink of attention deficiency.

Eye candy drugs dripping from radio wave orgies of consumption.

In the silence of their eyes plant vicarious deception.

Holden Caulfield's goddam phonies fucking jazz while supporting our troops.

Bleed the land, murder the individual, and fill my tank with unleaded intellect.

Nothing here to save us, our savior found in nothingness.

The perfect midnight yantra is the navel of a diva floating on the frost ridden plain of our primordial hunting ground.

Four great arms to hold us and chisel out our infinite cosmic void.

We never quite appreciate the keepers of the light.

In my mind is the key, but the key is housed in silence,

and I'm afraid of death which dwells inside her... she who knows our fate.

Sex becomes more violent with existence dipped in war; the rhythm more cathartic; each thrust a parley with perdition.

Please don't let them know how I feel. Don't let them know I'm not DOWN.

They can't realize I'm capable of expression.

I've lived up to their expectations of an isolated maniac,

so I've been recruited to guard Plato's perfect city;

and of course, I have mouths to feed.

Reunion

My leisure eats my intellect

With a hungry,belly-driven smile

Dimmed eyes view the world restlessly

In need of constant change And distraction

Stall the world

Stop the rotation

We're not worthy of the motion

Emotion

A dictated disposition

Position

An uncomfortable history created in the now

Dispel the laws of breath fuels blood

Breath fuels madness in God's new medium

The canvas of clogged pores

Emitting the odor of

Inevitable death

Premature decay

And away..... we go

Stick

Swell

Clenched teeth

Bite that lip, baby

Breathe

Tip bad girl

Make 'er feel good

Make her feel..... oh, just a little

Numb

Water snakes off ice

In a whiskey cage

Covered bruises thankful for winter's cold

Starvation sensation

Suspended by chemical

Habitation

Tongues lick the life out of death

Relations disowned

Disconnected

Retrospected

"But I still love you"

"Get well soon"

Discontented

Rented

Then thrown away....

Kiss The Particle Eve

Silver and Gold enter the prism

Of mankind's priorities

Betraying the intended nature

Of our early being

The Helix cracks, shifts

Mutating quantum theory

For Mithra's purpose-

Revenge

I kiss the particle Eve

Earth scented mother of man

I love to watch her cry

For our dilapidated ghetto existence

But it's OK

Adam's standing in the doorway

With a dollar bill to wipe her eyes

Love was never welcomed

Through the gate

Pure is the green

Emanating from my birth

Invaded by savage fluorescent technology

Cold, sterile floor at the entrance

Cold, sterile floor at the exit

Cold, sterile infinity in the void

Promising a warm smile when we reach the end

The helix cracks , shifts

Mutating quantum theory

Welcoming mankind's return

Maybe this time

We'll get it right

No Destination

Strolling through the Ethos

Along the windows of humanity

Peaking in on a dysfunctional marriage

Of savagery and technology

Longing to assimilate

To destroy my found ideology

But I stay in the cold

In pursuit of painful truth

Along the way the wisdom

In footsteps of great men

Sacrificed their comfort

For a taste of sacred fruit

Doomed to isolation

Ostracized by stunted masses

Hoping to be heard by birds

Of a brilliant feather

Appreciated by their kindred

In the cold, dark mist of night

Walking in footprints

On a path of lonely plight

Wheel Withing a Wheel

I lay back in a dream and gaze

At Ezekiel's wheel within a wheel

And wonder who are the chosen

They have their twelfth Imam

Their prefab temple stashed away

For the day

of their Messiah's arrival

Not to mention

The controversial Christ

Odin, Jupiter, Zeus, and Indra

Have a cup of tea

and smite an enemy

or two

I want to hunt and smell the victual

Fuck the metaphysical,

show me

The universe is flat

a two dimensional cat

That purrs as the witches burn

For what's at stake

I heave and wretch

To purge myself

of domesticity

Our technological hospitality

Which tames the Beast

And propagates apathy

From pedagogue

To demagogue

To God

A sacrifice for power that's arbitrary

For God is but a slave that lusts for the glory of the hunt

But has to stay back

Bound to his creation of misfits

At least 'till graduation day

Poems by Allen Masterson10/21/2009

The Elephant From India

Disregarding my delirium, I dance

with the elephant from India

She smells of sweet heat

that rises from beats

of butterfly wings

The women are so friendly here

in the Palace of Psychedelic Daisies

I must confess my impure thoughts

to the Giant Centipede who guards

the gates of the Great Honeycomb Pyramid

The queen of Wasps invites me to kiss

her hard-candied hips

Just as my lips reach lavender bliss,

a crystal god smashes the moment

Sending me crawling back to the village of Fire Ants

where I am elected President

because my skin sweats marmalade

But I'm soon unseated by a toad on a stump

who promises a decade of dead worms

Now I sail the sea of Buttered Popcorn,

salting the stars with paper cut fingertips

I long for one more chance

to dance

with the Elephant from India

Birth Pains in Spring

She's spinning in the rain

in the same place anger

assassinated melancholy

The victim is victor again

When midnight bleeds its back door

hint of anarchy

But she can't change blue to red

Can't resurrect the dead

A razor torn sky

lying exposed in bed

She smells the birth pains of spring

the infinite pause of sorrow

when the birds sing

Lift it up for me to see

The remnant of your melancholy

From midnight to the morning plea

The faded voice of anarchy

She's spinning in the rain

The same place promiscuity murdered chaste

But Jezebel is Mary once again

when noontime sheds its skin of haste

Hold it up for me to see

The remnants of your sanity

From midnight to the morning plea

a faded voice..... of sympathy

Dew Drop Remedy

This morning's thorazine dewdrop

slant-eyed remedy

Smile on my face with sliding tiles

and dictated memory

Time clock

punched-in persona

that once touched beauty's skin

Took on the weight of the world

feebly fought....

didn't win

You want to know why my soul is green

swimming in eyes of blue?

I searched in chemical mirth for a glimpse

of thought born true

This husk now slow dances with syringe fairies

on a lake of frozen drool

But there's a spark still in here

laid-back, laughing.... cool

A Series of R.E.M.

Overhead projections in the sky

Showing slides of deja vu

and tsetse flies

Floating on the sex of an amethyst night

Climax

Then drink the diamond dew

Of an afterglow dawn

Now trapped in a dirty corner store

Regurgitating memories for the check out girl

Who's burning in a hell of perpetual consumption

While non-committed maniacs

With coagulated syntax

Rule the metal mirrored landscapes

Of insipid binary thought

Volcanoes and lily pads make great nests

For the schizophrenic's Serpentine psyche

Lay back and watch as merry bastards hatch

While senility goes on sale

But we could slide out of this

Carbon based cell

If we allow our pineal gland to

Lay down the bail

These dreams are nothing

But a window....

In jail

Liquor Reflection's Augury

I'm feeling bellicose at the bar.

Bile rising as I reflect on violent acts

in an intrepid, drunken state staring faithlessly

into a liquor reflection's augury.

I can't take heed of my pituitary.

My chakras are twisted, folded, flipped

in a kind of cosmic anarchy.

I'm a masticated mass a liberal might look upon with

sympathy.

She held me once, naivety between the sheets.

Winter sparked in midnight's comforting delusions.

We had to work in the morning, every morning.

The hive needed honey, and we needed money.

Big Brother's eye passed from wallet to unsated wallet;

keeping tabs on our limitless greed.

She left before the holidays,

and I got to know the god Lexapro.

He held my hand as we walked through the land

of prostitutes, pimps, and parasites.

My heart skipped cocaine beats

in a hotel named after the the mother of Christ,

or his wife....

I'll have to qualify that with a gnostic.

I finally fell in slumber filled with benzo-klepto dreams;

where everything I stole was blue,

a melancholy hue,

that always seems to be my theme.

Eventually, I robbed a pharmacy;

thought justified by my hijacked psyche.

Now, I'm in Montana fleeing the law

and feeling bellicose at the bar.

Bile rising as

I reflect on violent acts

in an intrepid drunken state....