Slouches Publicize Private Wounds

I hide beneath tattoos.
You embarrass me publicly, "get in the car".
The blues are a bruise.
"Why're your nails black?"
Depression's a scar.
I dress like a thief to be as seen as a star.
I mar my face with metal cleaner than my clogged pores.
Vampiric, I lick to taste the iron bolted through my tongue.
I could dress any way but you only think of your young son to worry if he's gay.
Awkward as they may be, at concerts I find my we.

Magesicle

He has magic hands
the magic touch
he exaggerates
a little much
saw the last dodo
ate it for lunch
made a clever promo
earned mucha mulla
taught Islam
before the Qu'ran
swam the Nile
dressed in style
bought a museum
to exhibit his art
there're many pieces
it hurt him to part with
the exhibit's width
could fit football stadiums
its' power source plutonium
this gallery cast its' shadow on NY
but he can't tell the location
of this great work
he prophesied Diana'd die
and every royal family
it's a fact y'all
the beauty of a lily
fades and ends surely
as a man's days
he tells us his wisdom
which is base and common
shares the stories
of many things he's seen
each is to his glory
as he figures
he led the 36th Infantry
in the American Civil War
but he doesn't talk yankee
and didn't mention it before
doesn't look too old
and though he talks of yore
won't tell his birthplace
only things he has done
sounds like he's been 'round
since the Earth was young
he invented electricity
but gets no credit
it's a form of wizardry
most haven't learned yet
I finally laugh
and call him liar
he lifts a staff
and forms fire
in his palm
lightning on his fingertips
and sings a psalm
which shakes the ground
with its' ancient sound
he turns and leaves
then I chase after
and 'mongst the leaves
find prank shop items
to make fake wonders
in the night I listen
catch no sight nor sound of him
and I believe.

Cardinal Church (North East West South)

Pliant is the mind pickled in media porridge
pulse invitingly do the pores
information pours in
giving smell to the mind in brine
an invisible ephemeral scent dancing ascendant and descendant for a chance at delivering its' pheromone message
the wind winds from speaker to paper in people and screens
data pops mechanical and fleshy, digital and tangible
from Marrakesh to dirigibles and billboards the word spreads
a susceptible receptacle is the mind unfamiliar with proselytizing
prose is another part of a synthetic effigy
statues, idols, and icons are made to glorify beings separated by a degree or more from our perception
'cept folks forgot the reminder-representations created purpose and trusted them with devotion to things greater than man
like a rag read after it stops stalking your famous love interest
so what does this infrastructure resemble the form of?
does it or they consider our nightly attendance at the anchors' service praise or offense?
What do we owe for our works?

Blahg

Sludge. Each sort of person encounters another intolerable, unpreferable, better off dead. A type of criminal is probably among your examples. Fundamental beliefs becoming discardable w/in men takes years of grafting, new ideas scaffolding, the scaffold enfolded turns to a network, the extension is so large the whole man's center of gravity shifts away from the principle which was the core years ago and is an extraneous protrusion (in the context of how) the resettled self now sits, laying on precepts more recently internalized. Each of us is successful in a way, self-fulfilling prophecies, never having all we want, equalized by death, illness, weakness, forgetfulness, the foibles of transitive nature. A man who has much still wants more and has less. A man who has little still enjoys himself. Is not the suffering a pleasure-sweetener? Don't the contrasts of long periods of pain's dormancy make the man bathed in pleasure for years all the worse those times he's discomforted? One man drools over his pokemon cards, another plots continental control, he's relieved to be stoned enough the divorce's off his mind, this guy worries about his daughter, she's late for meeting a friend -lost in dancing, etc. Our lives blend together in a mire, none spectacular, none so terrible. Aren't lies the most efficient motivation? Instead of needing to prove thyself true by a measure the listener must adopt if he's to agree the speaker can appeal to what the hearer already finds tasty and so have a better likelihood of persuasion. You can't convince a man a=a, when he has spent 60 years believing a='whatever the majority says it is', in time to get the help you need. Swindlers...aren't they heroes? Why fight a man, interfacing w/his body, beating him into submission, if you can hijack his brain w/some catchphrases?