Life: Version 4.0

Drunken Ramble # 16c
Life Version 4.0

Looking at the world through the filters of dreams and desires, things can almost seem bearable. Mechanized tint with the aftertaste of copper coil shock. My blood is just as red as the crimson life sprayed upon the cross by the condemned son of your self righteous god. Yet not as thick as the oil which pours from the eyes of our heroes…and not worth nearly as much. Machine whores with 9 volt orgasms walk the streets with carbon copy dreams of the flesh. Purgatory is within the eyes of your suicide forged lover. This is the all American dream. The dregs which rest at the bottom of the 40 in the hands of the alter boy rapist. Face the flag...Place your left hand over your heart…Pull the trigger.
Plastic models of teen youth melting together in the fervor of Hollywood induced sell by date expirations. Spark ignition intoxication. Street curb super mainframes lining coke powered information highways. Hydrogen super bombs dropped as frequently as remote control jail sentences are handed out with metallic smiles. And deep within the refuse and scrap fashioned by AI tears, I lie in diaphanous slumber to await resurrection through insanity’s grey eyed kiss.
This is the new world order. This is life version 4.0…..