Tuesday, May 03, 2005

TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY AMERICAN DREAM

by Scott C. Kaestner


sometimes hours seem like years and days like minutes
     nonsense makes sense and sensibility - a lost art in history
amidst tumultuous tsunamis of imbecility and perceived
                    omnipotence
         the world appears destined to spin off its axis
and I'm left behind trying to hold onto whatever remains of this
                                    life as we - as I know it to be

                                    twenty-first century american dream
                                             a new-age nightmare
                                                      where...

false deities dance in darkness
pumping their iron fists of fury
swinging at everything in sight

almighty machine-fed fascists
igniting their lightning rods
upon the powerless masses

operation freedom explodes globally
and locally cities of lost angels
cry for an evolving revolution

see the meek inherit mother earth
while the arrogant are intent
on destroying her at last

mine her fields - strip her jewels
drill her sands - suck her nipples dry
to inject petroleum into junkies vein

tear down all screaming trees
and erect concrete walls and
mini-malls on every acre

open all the gates to flood
the markets with mass
distribution of absolutely nothing

immense profits gobbled up by
pot-bellied capitalist pigs
wallowing in their piles of shit

richy's riches play hard
and the poor pray softly
for salvation only miles apart

shadows of ourselves roam
boulevards of broken dreams
looking for something to eat

the doomed are damned
the rich get richer
and politicians are false promises

bombs aren't for free
and either jesus or jihad
is coming soon to one and all

the ghettoes are angry
the suburbs are numb
and civility has fled the coup

marxists march in desperation
hippies take another hit
and anarchists clash with police

poets spit truth in anonymity
while so-called reality
bites the tv trip flick

and an infinite flock of sheep
swallow vagina sandwiches with
sticky-sweet phallic desserts

only to vomit their semen
n' eggs and lie naked
in empty gardens of eden

and reproduce and reproduce
and reproduce and reproduce
and reproduce and reproduce

the same-ole' story
spinning forever round
and round the same-ole' conclusion

the world appears destined to spin off its axis
and I'm left behind trying to hold onto something I should have
                                    let go of - long ago - so

                                    goodbye...
                                    lost
                                    civilization

                                    goodbye...
                                    lost
                                    nation

                                    goodbye...

                                    my eyes
                                    are wide
                                    open.


Scott C. Kaestner is a poet/spoken word artist who resides in West Hollywood, California. His poetry emanates from a strong voice and is inspired by the strange yet sublime nature of life on this planet. His poems have been published in Poesy, The Blind Man's Rainbow, Mastodon Dentist, Alpha Beat Soup, Confused in a Deeper Way, Poetic Diversity, the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, Struggle, and various anthologies along the way. He recently published his first chapbook, The Great Charade, and appeared on the upcoming television pilot Lyrically Speaking. To purchase a copy of The Great Charade or for information about upcoming publications, chapbooks, and events - please e-mail coastalcubby@earthlink.net