Eskimo Cysts

Posted by on May 14, 2010 in 2010, Choken Word, Globalization, politics, revelation

ground control to Major Tom you are having a situation room with too many situations that can be glared at and steamed like cabbage simmered until it boils into pot madness creeper sadness.  sentence structure punctuation period comma capitalize this and see we are heading for a great abyss. the harmonic dissonance resonates at a level you kiss each day as butterfly Eskimos grow cysts.

bears bobbing in water bloated and dead. sinking after having swam too far. no ice cream to cling to anymore.  beats and rhythm forcing and pushing onward and downward.  southward towards a sunny Florida town where hurricanes hit too often and oil stains. We are a glutton for a punishment trading our penny stocks as the big black glob moves closer like an infinite fog.  all the sins of a species floating to the top because oil and water always separate.  the wind is picking up and blowing the grease into our faces and into our spaces.

black plague from above and beyond, blown far and flung.  no need for gas anymore as we are dipped in crude and saturated with the rude comments of a democracy unable to point a finger at the right face.  the faces of all Americans guilty for an accident forced upon them by their own greed.  as militias talk of the glory days and how the south tried to succeed.  the civil war has never been forgotten.  my ancestors and your ancestors fought over invisible lines and invisible dollars they bled while history was recorded and tried.  sinners and saints cried. winners and losers die each day across the football fields of division.

40 acres and a mule in a subdivision.  4 bedrooms, 3 baths and a backyard with a pool. smothered and covered french fries always needing another topping of dripping fatty cold generations of apathy.



  1. akbar lightning
    May 15, 2010

    i’m assuming this is your writing…but it almost does not seem like you…it felt so dug in…if that makes sense…as if you were reaching way down deep for this, and i loved that about it…it felt like some kind of serious tone, a shadow has given globatron a new kind of weightiness…

    we are way out there fellas, in the oceanic vortex of the collecting singularity…the event horizon…

    i feel all that in this post..i feel it…as they say in Avatar ‘I see you.’

    keep digging…and i will try to do the same…let’s go further down this rabbit hole…

  2. crystl37
    May 15, 2010

    That is brilliant globatron! I love it- I keep re reading it. I was just reading it to my son and I realized the poetic structure of it-my own voice sounded like an urban poet in a smoky reading room. Very interesting how differently it read to me when spoken- I really like this format.. style,genre? not sure what to call it but the lack of punctuation is so well placed. The first thing I noticed was how many different ways you could read the first paragraph. This is linguistic art, in my non-professional opinion, anyway.

    I would love to know, however, where ‘butterfly Eskimos grow cysts’ comes from. That seems to me like one of those things that probably has a backstory; or it is totally random-but I kind of doubt that. So- do tell globatron!

  3. globatron
    May 15, 2010

    Thanks all. You are too kind.

    My subconscious wrote this. I only typed it. No story to it other than that. I do appreciate the kind words. I am amazed by the response as again I was trying to write something you all would hate.

    Maybe i need to keep that as my goal in the future as I write.

  4. akbar lightning
    May 15, 2010

    yes, honestly globatron, this poem is from a very different and wonderful place…

  5. logocentric
    May 16, 2010

    blown away. you’ve definitely made a leap, in my opinion.


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