Graffiti Blowback: Poems in Mutant English
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Then I go into explorations of ideas that were emerging from my subconscious. The pressure would be there trying to get out.
I did meditations on solitude and silence.
Poetry actually has no rules, nor does art for that matter. The artists make the rules that best suits their creative format. I love poetry because I can take the language apart and put it back together the way it best suits my subject.
James Goodson
"A Few Degrees Below Everything" was my first collection of poetry. "QX And The Dream Runner" was the second fantasy book that I published. I am now ready to publish another ten year collection of poetry. I have been probing my creative process since I was a child. I am now in my 70s. This maybe be the last work I publish. I am not sure. I will wait and see. I live in retirement now and I do not know if life will give me more reason to write again.
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Graffiti Blowback - James Goodson
I CYBER SODOMY CRASHING
Or Watching The Great Divide Of The Real
From The Synthetic I.T. Boys. The Syn-Droids
Would Perform The Annual Initiation Ritual Of Anal Probing
In Their Herd-Mind Think-Link Binary Fraternity
While They Collectively And Quantitatively Interfered
With My Serious Ambitions Of Becoming A Dirty Old Man.
THOSE WHO THINK THEY ARE REAL:
In Module #1
Eli.com pounds out a program
As his smile sinuously wraps around his unbounded ripeness.
But he sneers in fearful disdain at his gay face
While he carefully wraps his boy toys in a blanket of secrecy
And quietly hides them in the closet back in Babel, Ontario.
His frolicking hormones, however,
Tickle his nipples and laugh at his embarrassment.
But, he thinks, no one will catch him here
With his secret desire
Writhing in the prison of repression.
Please, let me not find passions boy among my friends,
He prays.
Let me stay with my wife and hide there in plain sight.
Cubicle #2
Pencil slim persnickety snit
Encapsulated in the language of his
Programming habitat,
Isolated by firewalls of
Middle class boredom while
Sunk in his rolling chair
That goes nowhere.
He has everything so right
That it died in his laptop years ago.
Perhaps it should be given
A proper funeral in the Cyberville Mausoleum
Of obsolete ideas that never really worked.
Then you might pray,
"He leadeth me thru the Gateway Tower
Where surely my dongle shall dangle
In the valley of the Dell,
And dwell in the infinite loop."
This is solely FYI .
He’s Down the Hall
Second Door on the Right
Hulking over the underbelly
Of suspicious doings in the video library
Hugging the old stand-byes that
His daddy beat him with
When he tried to talk back.
"My daddy said . . .
And then he told me …
And I learned everything I had to know from him.
And I’ll smash anybody’s otherwise
Who says different. . .
Because that’s how to be a man.
Screw the marines
They’re right as rain
Bugger the sergeants
If they didn’t say so too.
Now, with a middle aged spread and
Armed with a wireless quicksilver keyboard in his hands
And a well worn skateboard in his brain
He wanders about in the smoking zone outside
On his fifteen minute morning break wondering,
Why am I still alone?
Johnny Heckle Freckle
He wraps his slithery, flickering tongue
Gently around the minds of his friends
And coats their listless thoughts
With agreeably venomous slime.
He, very privately, skinnys up his own flag pole
And never tells about his shadowy fantasies.
They would betray him
Throw a spotlight on his comfortable darkness.
He is so careful, by day, about his whiz-kid,
Normal Christian façade,
As American as apple pie and skin heads.
He was not educated, he was easily programmed
He did not learn, he downloaded
And is the very ditto copy of his Aryan dad,
Always ready to grab mind control
Of his buddies.
He never looks at his real face
Because he believes his own lies.
And leaves the light on at night,
So he can sleep.
For he tries to serve two masters at the same time,
But the toxic beetle juice is already flowing
Through his veins and into his dreams.
Yago
His lizard slicing incisors
Tasted exquisite as he sucked
The slime from his double split tongue.
His neurons raced through the
Transistors he had for brains.
He thrived on delicious envy
As it wrapped around
His plans like a ribbon in the wind.
Like rust around a magnet
His self inflation would multiply
In gigabytes when he gently
Closed his eyes to see
Great gay genius dude
Blinking in neon lights across his vision.
There is nothing that can
Destroy or penetrate his fortress
Of self adulation.
It upgrades itself
Automatically each calendar year.
THOSE WHO ARE REAL:
Align Alika Allen
A nice kid, a jock and a nerd
A nice kid, though he’s part of the herd.
Brawny little butthead
Walks a straight course
All of the way through to the end of the line.
With his quicksilver fingers,
And flashpoint brain,
He never misses its aim.
Hey Jude Dude,
You’re the loose cannon
In the elite squadron
Of keyboard cruisers.
How did your swift fingers
And gentle program
Fare in the I Am
world of
Computer geeks caught in
The glaring gaze of Narcissus?
You disappear in honesty
Before their acquisitive reach,
But they yield to the honey comb
Of you innate realness anyway.
Potent magic in your unrehearsed