Mastication

MASTICATION

Kiss not
those cold marble lips,
turn from the white silent halls
of fetish,there is no warmth
in the world of statues.

Rise up from the rigid
uptight unswerving fabricated rut,
skirt those indigo pitfalls,
those yokes
and chains
and black steel balls
with your name
stenciled on them in white;
those endless plunges
into clayrock.

I tell you,
do not plod on
like a heavily laden beast,
the sweat of your burden
acrid and foul.

There is a great boiling
in the bowels of this world,
a seething rising writhing,
and all of us
are a part of it.

Even fetal eyes can see
the tiny ant flags waving,
red-white-and blue,
kill the commie bastards,
wear a Stetson,
drive a Caddy
flags;
all waving
frantically,
absurdly,
from one rusty keeled hulk
to another;
meaningless,
emotional,
splashy,
sensual,
but most of all...
diversionary.


Glenn Buttkus 1968