Christmas
in Columbus (part
III)
Christmas Day 1970 Columbus, Ohio
Wo unto the uncircumcised of heart, for a knowledge of their
iniquities shall smite them at the next day..
2 Nephi, 9:33
Christmas morning rolls inexorably into Christmas
day. No presenpresents, no tree, no sugar plum fairies, no 'visions'
at all just silence in the alleyways, High St. empty. The weak
winter Columbus light. For him relief, relief that it is finally
over, soon it will be time to start again, to end this purgatory
to be united with friends & with his love, all now preparing
to flee the Christmas hell, this thing called 'family.'
Religion's main hold is the control & manipulation
of human sexual energy. From pure denial like Shakerism to transference
like Yoga to strict Calvinism to Gnostic Excesses one thing stands
out. Modern ( last 3,000 years ) religions are patriarchal, males
make the rules, or bend them to what they see fit. To this end
it is the 'Prophet,' male, who gets whoever he wants. With Joseph
Smith it was this way too, although after 'marrying' another member's
wife got him into trouble he extended his polygamy to all males
in the religion. To the poor English women that flocked to Mormonism's
banner polygamy was a small price to pay to escape prostitution
or worse in the slums of mid 19th Century London. Polygamy got
the Mormons in trouble with their Calvinist neighbors, dangerous
trouble. It drove them to Utah. Giving males in his flock his
sexual rights gave them spiritual rights too, the right of vision.
This led to dangerous schisms so finally the Church declared that
only a select few could talk to God, polygamy became a pawn in
negotiations of statehood, finally banned, still some polygamous
families in small towns along the Arizona border.
Prophets, Gurus appeared in the sixties again &
once again male leaders fucking anyone in their flock they wanted.
In 1967 in a commune in Madison radical left members practiced
'free love' & 'sex on demand.' This meant that the males demanded,
the females gave the sex, leading the women to break away &
form the modern women's movement. A new box, this time Pandora
opened it herself.
So they gather, Rick & Bob had returned, more
friends, acquaintances, six, ten a dozen. They gather in the living
room, a large circle. At it's center a trash can, a place to put
the empty bottles. Drinks imbibed, cheer arose, air electric w/potential.
Finally he points at the floor, speaks ...
that thing below, that Rock Star, you
need to get rid of it ...
Rick gets up, smiling, flush, the master of ceremonies, master
of his house ...
I agree wholeheartedly.
& smashes a bottle into the trash can. Everyone follows,
the air fills with crashing tinkling glass. When that ends he
takes the can, starts bashing it up & down on the wooden floor
the rest stamping their feet jumping in time the house shaking
then a chant starts.
GO! GO! GO! GO!
A few minutes of this ... he appears. Plucked writhing
a maggot from the rotten understory of the house, still wearing
black leather pants, shiny w/slime. He tries to tough it out.
Whut th Fuck!
They all laugh at him, jump & chant louder.
GO! GO! GO!
A wave of fear crosses his face. Suddenly he snarls, flees out
the door. Banished! Victory! They applaud themselves. Darkness
abdicates. In a week it would be 1971, a new year a new decade.
They all saw hope, hope in the now empty basement. Hope in the
tiny particles of glass scattered green sparkling on the floor.
After a Christmas in Columbus, hope is all one ever needs ...
the end ...  part 1 part 2
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Poseur
All day a high flat gray cloud has hung over the city. By late
afternoon an understory of clumpy clouds appears. Later still
the sun breaks under the upper layer lights the under clouds a
deep red, chunks of raw meat hanging suspended in space ... it
only lasts a moment then helicopters arise float over downtown,
loudspeakers proclaim a warning
All citizens must leave the downtown area immediately!
All citizens must leave the downtown area immediately!
They flee, they flee quickly & in fear for their lives. Soon
downtown is empty save for a few Enforcers in purple T-shirts
wandering streets like guards in an after hours theme park. A
disturbance in the sky. Vast silver bodies drop from out of the
clouds, Osprey 3000 VTOL jump jets. A good dozen they land softly
w/great noise & dust one by one along the old railroad right-of-way.
Down from their sky castles, down to Earth once again. It's time
for a Gala Costume Ball & Mayor's Art Awards - the Rich are
gonna party tonight ...
Freeman lurks in an alleyway. He lurks in darkness, in shadow.
Freeman is shadow, clothes & skin color of a roadway. Already,
for doing this, he is dog food. The slaughterhouse awaits. Freeman
wants something, wants something so bad he is willing to die to
get it. He wants to be one of Them, wants to live up there, in
one of them mansions in da sky.
Here they come, no fear in them. A couple, tall laughing, self
assured. Freeman strikes at the male first, snake fast, kills
him quickly, doesn't want to mess his clothes. The female takes
longer, puts up a fight, but Freeman doesn't have to worry about
getting any blood on this one. Later, dressed in the others clothes,
bodies stuffed in a dumpster, Freeman straightens his mask. He
smells bad hasn't washed in months but these Rich have strange
habits, anything is accepted, he will be too. Dog food now for
sure, not even the sham of a trial.
Freeman & rice
Freeman meat byproducts
Freeman chunks in bone gelatin
A taste dogs love
He leaves the alleyway transformed, now he can walk among them.
In an abandoned drugstore they had set up a gallery to the artists
to be honored tonight. Freeman wanders around, no one pays any
attention, he's just another party goer. He views the 'Art.' Among
the highlights is an interactive torture chamber, also, one artist
has built a working model of Kafka's Machine. Several flayed human
skins attest to it's tattooing abilities. The best is the hologram,
suspended near the ceiling over a huge banquet table. What it
would look like if you were inside a toilet, the underside of
the seat the ass of a woman sticking through dropping turd after
to round turd landing w/a splash in a real punch bowl. Drinking
punch & watching the scene two matrons are talking, art criticism
a Frenchy philosopher, Diarrhea or sumthin. Freeman thinks it
must be related to the shitting ass above them ...
The mayor gives out some awards then it is time to party. Freeman
snorts up massive mounds of StarDusttm, takes several handfuls
of multicolor of multicolored capsules. The night rushes by, a
fast motion blur. Night fades into dawn. House slaves arrive to
fetch their masters. Some are wheeling portable life support units.
Freeman feels empowered, strong, a super human. Last night he
fucked four women & two men, beat to death a slave that looked
at him funny, stove it's head in w/a brick, brains beaten to mush.
Yes, he is one of them now! He joins a line straggling towards
an awaiting Osprey. He is half way up the ramp when a slave waves
some sort of electronic wand at him. Loud beeping sound Enforcers
appear out of nowhere grab him tight. He struggles cries out.
You can't do this! I'm one of you! How can I not be one of
you!
All around a chant starts up, low at first then louder &
louder.
Poseur! Poseur! Poseur! Poseur!
Freeman puppy formula
low fat Freeman for elderly dogs
Freeman Science Diet ( or Scientist diet as they called it during
the purges a few years back )
They load him into a van. Short trip to the slaughterhouse. To
his surprise there are ten other people inside. No one looks at
the other. Soon he'll be hanging from a hook. Oh well, he looks
longingly through smoked glass at the contrails of the jets as
they fade off into distant morning. At least he tried ...
Real Freeman is our #1 ingredient
Unsurpassed nutrition & a delicious taste
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Millennium
I
admit it
I'm a geek
I'm starting the millennium 2001
problem is there's no year zero
when the monk Dionysius Exiguus
created the calendar he calculated
525 years since Christ's birth he was
four years off there is a year 1 AD
a year 1 BC but no year zero
they didn't know zero
the Greeks feared it
the zero, didn't fit their
geometry their world view
we inherited this
took another thousand years
a reformation
for zero to make it West
zero & it's alter ego
infinity
let's face it
we still fear it
as a culture
this null nothing everything chaos
at the center of all knowledge
as poets we need
to acclaim the zero this
paradox this madness
spiral round like vultures
over a fresh kill
it's in our souls
dissolution heat death
civilizations crumbling sand castles
worlds colliding I don't fear zero
I embrace zero
let Amerika fall to it's knees
beg forgiveness into it's cell phones
scream out
where is your credit now?
it is zero
the new millennium
starts soon
in the year
2001
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