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Oh! Allen!
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by Craig Turnwall
You’re so far under the earth!
Shards of timber earth have bent brittle heart long at fast
Eyes sunk deep within your skull like aloe plants out grown their pots
If only you had seen debacle of reality television, or television as whole
Entity masking America with Anteater face masks and horned black hoods
There’d have been a screamed Kaddish at the funeral of its entanglement
Loneness of masquerade reeling behind your glasses!
Oh! Allen!
Cause for America cause gone so far to 0 way side!
Benevolent archetypes cast spell on spell bound participants
Hours spent escaped into narcissist pools cast with flange of teenage envision
Of beauty through funds of mainstream government money
MTV! Oh! Allen!
Laymen would not stand for it! Perverse men would not stand for it!
Progression towards means and not an end would not stand for it!
Catapult of abstract and how the men and women dress dance material
Martyred in they holy blood of reason!
Oh! Allen! In a book!
Just one that has fed the mass to feed it again to read an idea more than thirty seconds
Worth of the weight on your chest
Oh! Allen! Buried with you
In the cremation of Bodhisattva you wept with a thousand drums knelt at your make
Ceremoniously driven long fingered punch of fitful rage
Tiger bred
Coarse agitation against court room drama and investigation as means of subduement
Prints are real! Course is real! “They will find you” as real! Jurisdiction hell bent
Intentional oppression of rights caked beneath your muddied sockets
Oh! Allen! Pennace seems so far long far too put and off!
Headstone quiver octet beneath the melt feldspar of Arabian sand
Crush on velvet cashing erupting surge
America has become minced aggression of suggestion to media Oh! Allen!
No mean with which to weigh a mean into a way
Die your last pressed suit and sit up straight in essay!
Time is dire!
Sing to fire of ebony and satire of Metasophicles for fevered tongues
Range strong seats of fossiled fuels to you they dig deep Oh! Allen!
Paleness and shadow of eye feel your spirit within the tantle condemnation of
Zen bled for warrior hate stand up the crescendo of accolades narrowing their
Verbose solely invigorate the callousness of those feed machines of machine!
Oh! Allen! The aging of America’s youth through indifference to suffering!
Zeus, Ra, Shamash, Punchau, Belenos, Hammon though he sets now extinguished amidst
Valley of bland communication rift tired hollow to distance and the vice of conference
Oh! Allen! Strum thy lyre!
Radio has become the occult to truth! It has become sublime! Crank the dial either way!
You’ve rested while all have shook
Leary of un planned outcome
Oh! Allen!
Oh how time does not dare thee to pass without blare of trumpets
Oh! Allen! Oh Allen!
-CT 2004
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