Two poems by BW Derge from "Mars Jazz" (2016), written in 2013. The first, entitled "Atop Satan's Pallid Stage" is followed by a poem called "Hell."
Atop Satan's Pallid Stage
Despite my wisdom,
There is something else.
It is a fever I can’t shake off-
No matter how far
Into infinity I fall,
I still feel the demon’s pull.
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The desire of my body-
Our hunger and our pain…
My remorseful bitter hatred
For the ignorance of humanity-
-
Here we go again,
The demon pours my whiskey.
He likes to keep me stupid
So my hands are easier to slip
Into the Adriatic puppet strings-
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Darkness drifts throughout my stomach
And suffocates the love within-
And possibilities disintegrate
Into withering shambles
Of their former selves…
-
I look into the stars at night
And squint to see Orion
As a fire boils juice in my belly,
A tired fiend lusts for more…
_
How do I escape this?
There is no more time.
I am trapped in this chemical dance
Intertwined with repugnant duality-
-
What more is there to do?
An elusive force orbits
The drunken devil’s rage
And forever
All my soul will ever be
Is just an extra actor
Dancing in the background
Atop his pallid stage-
-
He sits there on his throne
And watches plays he wrote
And I can only dance along
Then bow when he applauds…
I suffocate
Then disintegrate
Atop his pallid stage
HELL.
There is so much anger
And I’m not getting better-
I am drinking myself
Under the table-
Into the grave-
Slowly, I descend through
The tobacco smoke..
-
But why would I want to stay here
Any longer?
The ice is melting so fast,
The world is dying.
Religious zealots
And money hungry military men
Have a stranglehold
On governments-
-
There is no capitalism.
There is no communism.
There is no socialism.
There is only money
And power
And guns
Painted with greed
Painted with the blood
Of innocent children…
-
Don’t get me started
On nuclear weapons
Or drones dropping bombs
While the pilot sits at home
In Oregon
Sipping tea grown in Japan
While bombing the shit
Out of Afghanistan-
-
There is no love
There is no fear
There is only sex and money,
Whores lap up the milk-
We won’t let you eat
If you don’t got money-
We won’t let you breathe
Unless you can outbid
The oil corporations-
Hell, you’ve got to pay more
Than all the institutions-
_
Religions lobby gun laws
And protest sodomy
As if they ever gave
A dick in their ass a chance-
Don’t knock it ‘til you tried it
Asshole.
I will sell my dick
On the internet-
-
Government organizations
Tilt their head to the sunny side
Got to give some of that money a try-
While neglecting the people
Who fester within darkness-
And we need help-
The Earth needs help-
-
Crazy people
Insane people- !
Say what you want to say,
Do what you choose
But if you do something
That we don’t approve
We will chase you down
And shoot you-
-
You call this freedom?
Are you fucking dumb?
Why would I want to stay here?
Why should I stay alive?
-
Love.
-
Love, I guess.
-
You know,
Love.
-
Have you ever felt it true?
Have you ever sensed it
Inside of you?
Never? Are you sure?
I know you have felt love before…
Long ago, I know-
There was love once.
I know only this is true
There is love.
Let it become you.
poems by BW Derge, written in 2013
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