2021
Trees of Bolton c h at h p i e r s at h
Trees of Bolton, this 2019, Beneath clear American sky, after rain, no rainbow, But despair & regrets, yesterday without the clown In festive mood of a Hollywood Scream on screen. Clown on clown, the illiterate rule earth and sky. What the clown does, crazier than what can be believed As doubts loom higher to reveal how father-sky is a liar. In the tear ducts of certain Americans, Insanity, greed, and self-centering are a way of life, Staring at a baboon who can set the forest on fire, Bringing havoc and tyranny to the jungle. Fools are sycophants out for attention, Money, and presidential power, Makeshift democrats in disguise— Republicans’ dire hunger for the return of a Savior, Their clown-eyed devil smiling the saddest, scariest Smile, making holes the children can easily fill with stones. Self-boasting is very American, The “me” culture of an X generation, A technological illness on the prowl Smearing human goodness the world needs To fight the insatiable power A party can use to bleed the republic, Crack open the sky and earth— Self-annihilation or self-flagellation, Like fanatics castrating themselves for faith and purity. In Christ, this fleshy body of paradise awaits holy men. Dirtied and stained, Sin removal is very difficult on natural laws and urges. The blood of man, salt and sterile in stagnation, Hate driven wild, men gone mad, delusional, 46
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