Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Poetry from 10th grade Bruce

I found this poem that I wrote in 10th grade today. I was really into Allen Ginsberg at the time and you can tell that my poem is heavly influenced by the poem "Howl". I was also really mad at a lot of different things at the time, most notably people putting up giant letters on the side of mountains to represent schools' sport teams. It needs a lot of revision, but here is the original form:



A letter to a mountain
by Bruce Call

Dear pure mother earth mountain,

Why is your peak tattooed by the mark of the foul creators of capitalism and greed that where once feared by the supernatural hipster groveling for a chance to kiss at the opiate of the masses while contemplating minimalism in which all were conformed by an explosion of uranium and hydrogen sucked in by a pleasures wink of the eye at the great Iranian leaders who looked skyward at neptune thru the beating glare of my mother in the Idaho state mental institution where she is reading people magazine and sipping watered down gruel that was specially made to blind the mentally unfit out of existence.
They smothered their large tattoo's of collegiate athletic warfare on your skin like a traditionalist in a crude form of effigy smoothers cold red paint upon the robes of the false priesthood in disagreement of telling a joke about two peanuts that walk into a bar and were assaulted.
Selfish are the great grandmothers of Milwaukee when cheering for an end to the satanic wars of american big business claiming that the tradition of democracy must be forced upon everyone to ensure international tranquility while this is only a temporary cover used as a shadow of their lust from which their desires including being possessed with the curse of worldly possessions silently devours their soul like carbon monoxide quietly kills the unsuspecting.
Selfless the tradition of the mighty ax that goes against animals who have been desecrated and domesticated as slaves to the human race’s intestines from which their fleshes are still torn about by the juices of the stomach and from which an animals flesh was devoured before to create those juices and brake up the flesh to feed the human machine of the mind which feeds knowledge of things that were not conceivable to the great grand mothers of Milwaukee unless the animal flesh had been cut by the mighty ax as the human race has continued this ritual of carnivorous feasting as they have since the creation of man.
Behold a pale horse that looks at a great ball of fire in the sky which is followed by the devout followers of a cult conceived by a japanese corporation to hold a grudge against daily focus skills alliterated by the supreme court janitor who owns a computer hacking franchise which was latter purchased by a commune of metrosexual fascist’s who like to bake pies and contemplate how to dominate the pure mother earth by decorating it in velvet and satan. I can’t comprehend that! I just can’t comprehend that!
Fine, lash out against the opponents of Mtv who disagree with showing images of pornographic priestess’s and pimp daddies soaking them self's in sin and being advertised as a common practice for the the vulnerable youth to grasp and defile them self's in consumer lust from which Madness and revenge that will then be seen as an alternative to kissing a stone which was used to sacrifice the Ho Chi Minh of bigamy to the greatly feared gods of an ancient religion which only twenty three people in uganda still practice after thousands of years since visitors from neptune came and turned them into thinking, breathing, living, cheating, lying, and urinating humans who came from ignorant primates that were filled with the knowledge of technology, science, and intellect by paranormal beings which later made in possible for a Belorussian man named kozar mezin to write a persuasive letter to a lady in Virginia named miss ann claiming that he was the son of a prince in nigeria who was assassinated and left twelve million dollars that the prince wanted to deposit into miss ann’s american bank account which convinced miss ann to give kozar her social security, bank account, and credit card numbers while greedily contemplating how much of the 12 million she was going to take in were in the contrary Kozar transferred all her money into a swiss bank account that somehow was latter wired to a Cuban Military official who used the money to pay for the lawsuit against his son who is a pop sensation in Brazil named Guppy the magic boy!
Bigoted mother earth haters pivoted against Jehovah’s witness’s and others, proclaiming that they are the only ones who know how tap into the fictitious problems of man and use them to turn these problems into a tool of consumer lust which led MTV to defile the youth of the nation into a generation of fornicating, drinking, tweaking, Tylenol popping whanna be hard core EMO wrist sliters who pretend to act “themsevle” to try to fit in to the crowds consumed in the masses.
Filthy the tummy tum tree in wamp-le-vile that radiates a rear form of cancer that only people who drink an obscure uzbek tea get due to the highly toxic leafs used from a farm which was once once irrigated by the dried up aral sea which was then used as a nuclear testing ground by the soviets over 50 years ago which now contaminates villagers who are filling up with chemicals that will effect their DNA and get passed down through their genetics for generation after generation while ultra right wing political commentator ann coulter is still encouraging ignorant white trash americans to pollute, rape, and disembowel the pure mother earth to the pits of hell because “god gave this earth to us and we can do what ever the devil we want with it because we have the freedom to make all the money we can and no one’s gonna tell us what to bloody do with our earth”.
Clean the boy begging for money next to the market next to the chemists next to the baker next to the car park next to the slaughter house next to the evil brutal corporate sponsor next to viscous lies of communication and the paramilitary girl scouts of america who were ripped of by jingles the talking hamster whose owner is addicted to infedamines who he buys from his brother who didn’t like the george forman grill that was sent as an arbor day present by you! I can’t comprehend that! I just can’t comprehend that!

Sincerely,
ME

P.S. Sorry about the postage. First class was just to expensive. And Second class didn’t work because I needed five cents to buy a thrifty nickel. I hope you weren’t offended by third class.

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