No Brave New World
In the meta-versed binaural wish song beats,
skid row streets of the bottomless pits of Metropolis/ Thebes,
you are quardoned off and printed in a likeness
wronged-vaped, winged
to the wilderness by their covens, draconics chasing,
vomitous flood eroding, erasing.
On the road to Babylon, eyes sutured
in digital DNA with mRNA
biometric diphthong grafted imbuely under the tongue, litmus for the UN Normandy flu
and culled beef diet in Newsweek.
We are a union dumb-stuck between
a matrix of passports and illusions of WEF delusions
and cohorts of manned machine,
DOJ courts, idol new age quartz,
feats in a mirey clay and FedNow freethinker vaccine
of silenced speech, dramamine gemmed,
coined vessels of recycled earth leech of iron teeth
IED in sodomic coliseum of id that lies
in your footprint continually fingerprinting your criminal
poentiality-
beneath an ominous cloud of anti firmity
in anti Christ affinity for SALT for the people in neon crystal_LSD_mumbo jumbo tron, fertile fertility ritual viewing habitual soil of hanging gardens of hashtag underscored tin hat foil, trends to tend moor,
moat in our due season of rfid trackers in inn-product depend ants remote placement
ad game replacement theology of "the ministry" effacement,
the lusty silicone and tattooed alterations-
creams of the streets and the gender of ambiguity or shamed by society.
We should have turned away from their piety, plotous impropriety in the waves that swept us
into their allure, of grave new World.
There is no green deal,
only confiscated farms and rainwater
allotment alarms.
What have we become
but flotsam and jetsam wreckage-djour
drifting above deep hidden pearls and between
isles of tranquility luaus of "peace and
safety" fears eroding freedom and identity,
Assemblies that assemble a Kingly Constitution
to vessel as one body, one vision, one ad mission,
now a-fjordead to farthest reach, where waters have become bitter and the food soylently bred green,
a haven to withstand the drowning pool of money-changers forgone fargo and bankers embargo
and the land of many waters turned red,
bridges burned, supply lines impeached,
gushed to mutinous breach of Capitol Hell,
Shrangri-locked, Kamalot, Mar-a- lago gots them chomping at the bit and gnashing of teeth
to turn this place into a vacant lost.
Our System of a Down,
"Derangement syndrome Clowns".
We the stow-aways in a storm,
of gotaways at the shores of we-dom,
forlorn expensed pre-spent loads of
OnlyFans/breakfast at Tiffany's
Leftist moans of perdeum coins forplay.
We are Geo-fence cracked snails
become cartographers on our merry way
to navigate beyond Christ's protection
in lieu of deicide and trans-humanism,
the old ways in a crossroads to a new mourn.
Now comes the sirens as we drift out to sea,
on our way to nowhere.
Is this what you decide?
Or do you feel voiceless,
rudderless or just-stay out of the craziness,
are you lazy, high, "comfortably numb"
or just staring at the Pleaides starstruck by exotic materials striking you,
bombarding you in gammation,
blind, deaf and dumb.
Copyright ©
Jude Herrick
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