Mars & the Scratch of the Battlecats

war is said to be
territories
of vigorous dispute

holy
ancient
sacred
noble

manifest destiny

that is everything

i get it now.

i can fit in their sugary, fat mouths
gaping
warning you not to come in

but you go anyways

there you will see
they are stuffed with
photographers, reality TV stars, and status updates
and somehow they still show their teeth

and they smile like jack-o-laterns

the full moon accenting their cheek bones
the fur of the wolf on their paws
the cries of the lambs of sacrifice
left to walk the red carpet

we are voices in vehicular
slow motion

the manslaughter of pumpkins

smashed
gunk
seeds grown
out of the semen of
vast memory

we are the collective consciousness
of ancient video games

and dusty abandoned penny arcades

exposed and standardized
explicit to be rated
sanitized

specific cosmetic surgeries
and injections make them so
sparkling in the screams
of their own bigoted salvation

they glisten with quickening waves
they smear the blood from galactic entities still unknown
wiping it onto the faces of the beyond
and go for the last will and testament
of interplanetary euthenasia

captain!

I, again, draw your eyes to their lips
as they glow in the fog from a distance
where
from their horns
we hear them call out various ships
leading them to wreck and sink
to the Bay's ocean floor
the bridges only watching

their massive robotic eyes of Ginsberg
in the faded photograph
sitting
on the caramel colored windowsill
still spitting
lyrical pentameters
doomsday imagery
every stream of digital information

illuminated by
purple greenery
cataloged
electronic
and
illustrated by

hypnotic technologies

a strobe like
pulse like
repetition of
invigoration
and debauchery

just taste our
disorganized labor force
and comaraderie

please

oh
Mars,

make me yours...

let me feed your children
with bullets and powders

let me shield them
with thy pugile weaponry
M-16s and AK-47's
metallic heavens
of fiery judegment

i beg of you

let us in

we are chosen
wise
beholden
to
fists
fractured knuckles
mass destruction
and
intergalactic
terrorism

let us in

to the 9 lives of the
lingering carnivores
the scavengers
scurrying

battlecat