page 1: "the voluptuous mother"
page 2: "there is a hierarchy"
the voluptuous mother (a yoga student)
raises the young nihilist casually
as one would watch a favoured weed grow in the back garden
slowly learning to devour the other forms of life that grew there.
as gardener, i soon learned it was my first responsibility to care for the infection
this house was raising
give him everything he required to flourish
while seeing to it that no word got out on the block
that anything subversive was taking place.
my morals were confused
although i can identify with many philosophies,
personally i have a soft spot for flowers
and it seemed silly to me
to nurture a form a life that was tougher than the rest
so that it could grow tall and block out the sun;
i began to conspire with the flowers
so that for each new inch of ground he covered
a strike was made against him
a leaf plucked, a root gutted
but they tired of this game early on
secretly looking forward
to their destruction as
salvation,
and were more bitter towards me than grateful.
eventually i was kicked out into the street for cruelty against nature and disloyalty
to the spirit of independance
and then, with a ghost on my face, i had no where to go-
i was afraid they'd see it, and call me traitor.
i live behind the back gate now
waiting for the day
he leaves the yard
wraps a vine round my throat and,
carefully coiling past the machete that has fallen from my hand,
slips out to conquer the city.
there is a hierarchy
1
2
3
and us kids all knew
and we fought
like human beings.
let's be-
oh the hippy class
3rd generation now
you got rock and roll
i can't save you i can only show you the way!
there are a lot of shows
getting in the way
oh please
if it were that simple
Johnny and the Code Crackers
reunion tour sell out hippy bastards with punk rock hair and 8 grandkids who
all
seem to have written a book now
great okay
us kids didn't know
you kids didn't know
and fought the wrong things
like human beings
but let's fuck with nature, my brothers and sisters
let's give them something to shit about
let's all lie in the sun and try to join with the infinite
i hope a hyena eats you and your
fat hippy baby
i hope we never invent
anything bad
ever again
too,
but sometimes i think nothing is badder than you
you think you know
and what do you do?
you shit bad fabric all over everything.