On Ambition

slaughter women inside institution of marriage with a broom stick
stuck up the hilt of their ass
wipe the floor with them simply because convenience is golden,
and dowries are making a comeback,
get your contract arranged consult India where parents in law admire
their son’s wife like a diamond stuck up a goat’s ass
swallow your grandparents, burn down old age homes looking up
into the sky
bring your hands together like a shovel flatter your brothers and sisters
in marrying yellow skull with soil
stand up tall with your teeth chattering like a machine gun, debating
mass tactics, chin up! These’r great feats humanity like the mountain
of shit
that can never be moved unless taken by handfuls, overwhelmed
with these unpleasant sightings anyone’s still beating heart
in all its machinery of metallic gray skeleton
would hum
no song of a weave angelic, let alone the one you grew up
jerking your cock to
no, neither of your children who howl on both knees in subway stations
their speech of despair demanding harlequin attention from peers
who are also howling twenty first century cosmetic shouts
would jump off a bridge nor run facefront
towards an oncoming train, you’re doomed
your best wishes are full bodied cancer smoke rings
born out of a tongue made of leather
beaten into shape
like a squashed moth, that white fuzzy stuff forms spurting
in the corners of your lips that one day flakes off dry dandruffy filth
off pubic beard
stand below the crown of inchlong pricks like the one they made Jesus
chant hymns yell how innocent you believe you are
of your grime
gargling in clear blue skies a black cloud, this plague we are
inching footsteps at the brink of our house, under its dome the sting
of our voice like a hammer swung brings back the whack of winter
inroads from skin to bone, gutting innards till faceless, loveless dusty eyes
whoring home for a pile of sand, sawdust and iron scraps of thrown charity
for the friend who jumps and hops smilingly like a nut utterly convinced
into fire of envy
discussing longevity of friends basking inside a stuffed shirt whose riches
rising from the pit of their stomach swell to their brain bringing self justified
spiritual revelation exacting sanity after closing doors on the faces
of old friends more coldly, cosmopolitan greetings
wrecking bosom for the cunt, of wheelbarrows, of garbage, of cock cigar ash
wandering crowded streets like perfect beauty of wornout asses of chairs
of disease of ambition where civilization throws pavement stone on their
crazy golden crown
yes ambition is the disease society slaps us with most lovingly it must never
settle down for anything that could offer a moments peace
restless, fidgeting hair around fingers like the revolution snake coils
around a tree,
or else you’re just sitting dumbly
ambition to chew more than is fed until diabetes shows its ambition
ambition to pit torsos night after night charring in fire of dreams
waking up a new drunkenness chained in the endless ride from teenage to adulthood
and back and forth and again reliving prized memories until drained of all brilliance
ambition of the dictionary to call it object or goal desired and not greed
ambition of colonised lands to be independent to practice their own sleaze
ambition to never realise all human drama springs from disobedience
ambition to assert wisdom only with those of a thinner bank account
ambition to catch life outside twenty stories high from the eyes of the poor
ambition to stand sharing axis with others who’re also diamond studded
petal by petal unfolding layers of lower class
but strictly over a drink
ambition to flaunt hookup like industrialists who in the faces of underprivileged
wave their genetals
ambition to have ambition, ambition makes the world go round and round
like a wound up toy blindsighted powered by greed and insatiable hunger
humanity caught in a neverending jetlag
and politicians spring regardless of season whipping out cocks preaching
collective communion
they promise holy piss, holy semen, holy ganges of unflushed shit, holy cow,
holy petroleum
holy democracy on the pedestal of dreams of the tens of thousands of trembling limbs
atrophied, unemployed, slumped along the floor carrying the day’s crown
so they could advance celestial hierarchy flashing buttocks
snowballed back and forth between captains of industry whose ambition
machetting its way through slums like an ingrown toenail has no end in sight
but to unveil the city’s leprous design of gunshots, swords and a pack of cigarettes
burning in the hands of every child
orphaned by better sense who in a sheen of filth and sweat, artificial dirtier than dirt
righteousness take center stage deciding for us what you or I believe is angelic
who set the benchmark barrelling us down into a pool of self loathe
unless for greater good sons and daughters are packed off
to move the economy
having their breath harvested and hearts and brains and ass for medicine
still breathless tied to piano wires the music that wheezes out
from Africa’s satire
ambition to defend morals of double standard where genetics, race, colour, sex
and how many times you’re fucked in the ass fucked in the ass fucked in the ass
fucked in the ass whether you think your compadre is an impotent sack of flesh
or someone you walk beside as equals in either opinion makes all the difference
in what kind of fish you catch


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