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Captain America Carries A Glock by Craig Firsdon

Posted in Craig Firsdon with tags , on November 22, 2016 by Scot

 

Captain America Carries A Glock
Captain America carries a Glock,
the new world order’s new world justice. Shoot first, ask questions later,
let God sort out the innocent.

Captain America pulls the trigger.
Easier than it should be.
Each bullet painting liberty’s constitution
with rounds blood red
inked from preprogrammed enemies
of the white knight rounds scatter brains
out on false sky blue canvases.
Heaven is full, its gates are locked and
Hell doesn’t seem to give a shit.

Captain America isn’t blind.
He keeps his mighty shield shined
as bright as a halo
and as red as Hellfire.
His puppet eyes see what he’s meant to see…
tattered genes, rage against machines
needing to be put down.
Too bad what goes around
usually never comes back around.
We don’t want to think about it,
don’t want to talk about it
and that’s how it all began.

Captain American is an artist.
His new exhibit opened at the museum of art.
Crowds gather, the public flood the halls
trying to get a glimpse of their
hero’s blood stained lives framed on display.

Captain America carries a Glock
and has never lost Russian roulette.
Life is a game of expression painted by violence
and righteous perfection.
His missions are always completed.

Captain America –
the new 21st century super soldier
forged by our own blind, mute hands,
the flawless warrior of a flawed people.

God bless America.

A Bowl Of Popcorn And A Diet Pepsi by Craig Firsdon

Posted in Craig Firsdon with tags , on November 18, 2016 by Scot

 

So I killed myself.
Not really.
Metaphorically of course.
I wouldn’t be writing this.
I don’t have the balls.
Sometimes I wish I did.
That is had balls.

So anyways I figured that the fight
was already over.
I’m tired of all of it.
You know “can’t get out of bed tired,
make you wanna puke your guts out”
sick and tired.
I no longer want to fight back.
I will just live in blind acceptance.

It would be a boring but quieter life.
I figure I will listen to music,
watch some good movies,
horror of course, my favorite genre,
maybe sit out in the sun,
watch nature from my porch
and appreciate its beauty,
sketch some of that before mentioned nature,
paint a bit, likely dabble in oils,
breathe deeper
and, most importantly,
stop giving a fuck.

But what about everything
and everyone else?
What about the world?
What if Hillary Clinton becomes president?
More importantly what if Donald Trump becomes president?
What if they cause Armageddon?
What if IsIs gets a usable nuclear weapon?
What if North Korea attacks South Korea?
What if Russia keeps goading the world?
What if they cause Armageddon?
What if children in Africa continue to die?
What if the refugee crisis continues to get worse?
What if the world goes into financial meltdown?
What if a pandemic kills half the worlds population?
What if the promised zombie apocalypse happens?
What if THEY cause Armageddon?

You know what?
Screw it.
Screw everything.

I am too old.
I am in too much pain.
My words have never made a difference.
My poetry will never reach the world.
Resistance to the powerful and elite is futile.
They will do as they wish as they have always done
And now I will do what I want to do.
I will sit back in my “old as hell,
breaks don’t work” wheelchair
and just watch society continue to screw it up
with a bowl of popcorn
and a diet pepsi.

The City Below by Craig Firsdon

Posted in Craig Firsdon with tags on February 29, 2016 by Scot

 

The City made noir
lay below big brother exchanges
hidden in the filth
hidden in the infinite unseen
transpired in gutter peace
and trashed tranquility.
After several awakenings
they had all become used to
a city of unrecognizable beauty
and the idea of a future
of industrial quiet commands.
An apocalyptic city
comfortable from birth
in a mirage
in an illusion
of the logic of past years
when wars against fantasy
led to lives of expectation
and humanity challenged itself to change
with false flag motives
that spoke a simple truth:

They wanted it this way.

Letter To The American Conservative by Craig Firsdon

Posted in Craig Firsdon with tags on November 14, 2010 by Scot

I remember the days
when logic superceded
greed and power.

Now, instead of needy children
we adopt the highways
we’ve littered with inattention,
Bury them in freshly printed greens
and watch our printing presses smoke
themselves to an emphazema death
as we all abstain
only as long as the moment lasts.

With the focus of a five year old
high on prescription speed
we soon forget abstinence
and chase the first fox we see.
Its the chase, they say,
that makes the foreplay sweeter.

Chemically induced erections
and silicone inflated breasts
sliding on skin covered in
trans-hydrogenated fat
slowly heating our oceans
and sea-to-shining-seas.

Today the news said maybe
we will or will not
prosecute the murderers
lounging on our blackened beaches
in Versace and Valentino
writing memoirs to their greatness.

I know you understand me,
I can hear you scream “Socialist!”
just fine.

The next time we are out
and your logic asks me to pick up the tab
just remember I voted for
the black guy with a big smile.
This “socialist” is not giving you a dime.