Religious wars

life is is a growing process

like river and forest

the scenic landscape of past atrocities

like running jumping baby goats in the corral of the psyche

and people are unsocialised dogs

barking their ears of on podcasts for deaf minds

wasting space and time

staying concerned by stupid questions

mostly rumors of war and environmental lies fabricated by the headquarters

of Orwellian self-fullfilled prophecies

sanskrit screenshots of enlightenment

that cost more than mammon’s materia and will seduce the feeble minds

that wander the earth like Kipling’s Kim

joining their cult of preference

because dancing around the tulasi tree is the same ritual of idolatry

as bowing to the pastoral authority of someone elses pastor

in oxymoronic doctrinal wars

instead of saying “I cannot tell” and proceeding to read your Bible


Psychoanalysis

Over and over again

the ongoing psychosis named reality

throws at us the vile complications of existence

like a rigged tax funded snowball war in which you are forced to enroll

when you are born among proletarians

and concrete orphans more twisted than Oliver Twist

like ghetto kids with knives and narcotic nights

men that walk the same sidewalk as you

the same asphalt dreams and latent ambitions

trapped in the same staircase of materia

causing the universe to circle reason

and stomp the ant man with work boots of international negligence 

like something out of an Ingmar Bergman film

as the saints will prevail like the flickering candle in an artic snow lantern

battling it’s ice ceiling like flying intifada rocks in glass houses

while the chess game of psychoanalysis continues

like the sorrows of young Werther

in the blood of your martyred nightmares