Copyright jim ferguson 2018
night vision goggles
with the
junk culture
of the u.s.a.
tattooed on our eyes
we forgot
our own stories
retaining
only those
that could
be sold
for hard-currency
in order
to feed
our dismal
new habit
*
with the
pious texts
of the worlds’ religions
inscribed on our eyes
we became
rapists and
forgot all about
the equality
of women
the humanity
of our mothers’
breasts
*
with our
eyes sewn
shut with thread woven from
female pubic hair
we became
men with
the paltry minds
of fighting cocks
dancing to tunes
from an unknown
universe
we pecked-out
each others
little-nut-like
brains
*
blinded
by
the
white-noise
from a billion
tv screens
we imagined
beautiful
the prison
doors which
barred our vision
and though
we could see
very closely
every detail
as under
a powerful
microscope
we no longer saw
that our minds
had become
ugly
nor
that our
new habit
did not fit
the place
where
conscience
once lived
had become
a gigantic
edifice
of betrayal
No Masters of the Universe
Here comes the stance
The assumed stance
Fuck me, the arrogance of it all
About to tell us who
And how
Who/how
Come they are
Who they are and
Apparently – while wearing very
Dapper and expensive apparel,
Shoes so so rigid theycrush
Any love they might have had
Remaining just there in their feet
These are - - - YES
These the folk who proclaim themselves
‘Masters of the Universe’
When any fool with wisdom wise knows
The Universe has no masters . but . is otherwise
Driven by its own serene and bleak internal logic
And only in freedom and love can we enter here,
With nature.
and bishops
and bankers
and business men
and partisan politicians
and patrons of the arts
and royal personages
all
tumble
the same as every one else in the universe
while the universe rolls masterless, to and fro,
to equal dignity for all
and many a selfish bastard
falls
off
the edge