Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
I am 13
miles from the Ferguson city limits.
I am the
wet flesh of a wet ghost- I cannot be seen. Raw wet meat. Skinned
alive in the upside down.
I am
inside the old family farmhouse, yet the farmhouse has been long gone
torn down long time gone.
Suburban
housing is superimposed and all lines are blurry that can be seen.
All time is happening in simultaneous fractures. All lines are blurry
that cannot be seen.
I see the
childhoods of others. There is happiness. There is learning. There
is trouble. There is the gloating behemoth of cultures cauterizing
and dilapidating.
Two 14
year old girls are playing a Judd's country cassette on a gray washed
out metallic boom box. The radio antenna is broken. The year is
1987. The season is unknown. Mom and dad are out for dinner and
drinks.
I know
what the girls look like. I don't know what the girls look like.
The
history of suburbia is a long perverted groan of banality. A groan
of banality gainst others who are the others. Skin and money. Money
and skin.
Demonical
Jacob economical ladders. Demonical skin heritages.
Wrong
things always happen with whispers burst to thunders and boiling
rain.
A litany
of distrusts
repulsions-
gainst
the others.
White man
shat on toilet. That why he king dumbo Disney ass.
Violence
is the rhetoric of summation.
The
suburbia house that is built on the old farmhouse also has two
stories.
There is a
wild buck deer that has been locked in Tommy's bedroom.
The animal
is impaling the wall with antlers.
The animal
is shitting and snorting everywhere.
Paula's
bedroom is down the hall. She is not in her bedroom.
The year
may be 1972 or 1992. I'm too dumb too tell.
2001 is
superimposed. Two 17 year old girls Sheila and Tanisha are watching
the Brittany Spears movie vehicle that exploits fame into more
gruesome fame. The girls are half naked and kissing. Sheila is
telling Tanisha how she fucked John last night and is showing Tanisha
how to fuck. The TV. glow glazes their nakedness....making out
drooling..licking spittle. farting.
The lines
are blurry. Sometimes make shapes.
The ritual
of the wind is full of slow growls.
A return
to Tommy's room. The buck breaks out the glazed window reflecting
the immersive ocean of liquid obsidian night.
Tommy is
naked and lays down in a pile of deer shit.
Jerome is
Paula's boyfriend.
Jerome
gets naked steps in Paula's bath. He pisses on her face and she
laughs.
Paula gets
out of the shower still has shampoo in her hair. She hisses at her
naked body.
Jerome
walks to Tommy's room. Fucks Tommy in the ass though never finishes
the job.
The ritual
of the wind moans off the desolate prairie.
There are
ghosts that never had human bodies wailing in the caverns beneath
Saint Louis.
Every time
is occurring and is confusing.
A woman
has a heart attack whilst protesting. The cops then tear gas her.
Father and
Mother did not want violence.
A cop shot
down in the curdled West Ferguson Street. His tongue is blistered
with burns.
Sinister
demons serrations.
Skinned
alive in the upside down after life living life.
Morning
sun illuminating--- charred cinders orange
ash
embers
I am human
again. I am against all humans. Tied to stakes in the ground. They
got me naked and staked me to the very ground. A cop is drunk with a
looted bottle of top shelf whiskey.
The cop is
squatting over my chest. He is grunting. He is the law. He is the
law grunting. He is the false law grunting. He is moaning and
weeping and pushing shit out of his ass onto my chest.
I have no
skin. I am one skinned alive. Genetics
A 13 year
old black boy walks with the smoldering dawn.
He shoots
the cop in the face.
Condolences
instantaneous and doubtledly---silver tint ghost make dark bloody--
ghost
phantom make dark bloody handprints upon plate glass morning
mourning
violent--
Oh
Prayer---Let the appearance of human appearances become untraceable
---formless---
un tr a ce
abLes
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A
Ferguson DreamT Or Seeking A Path OUT AWAY FROM VIOLENCE POSTURED AND
PROSTITUTED
her.
Father and Mother what the girls look from the Ferguson city dumb too
tell. Too tell. 2001 at her naked body. Naked body. Broken. The year
is old girls are playing dumbo Disney ass. Disney ass. Violence
shapes. Violence shapes. The ritual of Paula's bath. Paula's bath. He
pisses did not want violence. Want violence. Moaning and weeping and
The girls are half naked and staked me Louis County police officers
is naked and lays are blurry. Are blurry. Sometimes make alive in the
upside Sinister demons serrations. Demons serrations. Skinned or
1992. Or 1992. I'm too night went on, the gainst others who are
Lambert International Airport were into more gruesome fame. Gruesome
fame. The charred cinders orange of others. Of others. There is the
Brittany Spears movie year may be 1972 The animal is impaling the
others. The others. Skin and walks with the smoldering gainst the
others. The others. White perverted groan of banality. Of banality.
St. Louis, protesters swarmed attack whilst protesting. Whilst
protesting. The Tanisha how to fuck. To fuck. Night and is showing
Suburban housing is superimposed happiness. Superimposed happiness.
There is learning. Is learning. Buildings, including a Walgreens, she
laughs. She laughs. Paula gets that is built on finishes the job. The
job. The of cultures cauterizing and law enforcement authorities
deployed streets of Ferguson, and enforcement authorities deployed
gas caverns beneath Saint Louis. Saint Louis. Whispers burst to
thunders and boiling rain. Boiling rain. A , a meat market things
always happen with The animal is shitting Every time is occurring a
liquor store. Liquor store. Law and Tanisha are watching skin.
Watching skin. I am one some of the largest is superimposed. Is
superimposed. Two 17 several businesses, including a vehicle that
exploits fame were on fire, and year old girls Sheila skinned alive.
Skinned alive. A 13 beauty supply store and Ferguson Street. Ferguson
Street. His tongue That why he king the ass though never control the
crowds. The crowds. In money. In money. Money and skin. And skin. And
is confusing. Is confusing. A deer that has been looting was reported
in liquid obsidian night. Obsidian night. Tommy year old black boy to
the very ground. Very ground. I am 13 miles of deer shit. Deer shit.
Jerome is the rhetoric of is blistered with burns. With burns. Were
on fire, and Interstate 44 in St. In St. Moans off the desolate the
old family farmhouse, protests were taking place. Taking place.
Reported heavy automatic gunfire Louis in the neighborhood is Paula's
boyfriend. Paula's boyfriend. Jerome or smoke to control bodies
wailing in the be heard along the spittle. The spittle. Farting. The
lines Raw wet meat. Wet meat. Skinned litany of distrusts repulsions-
like. Repulsions- like. I don't know gets naked steps in alive in the
upside where another man was return to Tommy's room. Tommy's room.
Happening in simultaneous fractures. Simultaneous fractures. Their
nakedness.... Their nakedness.... Making out drooling.. Out
drooling.. Licking the wind is full she fucked John last locked in
Tommy's bedroom. Tommy's bedroom. Hall. She is not the old farmhouse
also summation. Also summation. The suburbia house in the area where
The radio antenna is the wall with antlers. With antlers. Down in a
pile cops then tear gas and snorting everywhere. Snorting everywhere.
Paula's prairie. Paula's prairie. There are ghosts not permitted t
The Demonical Jacob economical ladders. Economical ladders. Police
car was burned; to stakes in the is telling Tanisha how is a wild
buck A cop shot down his ass onto my in her bedroom. Her bedroom. The
smoke and gas to down long time gone. Time gone. And a storage
facility, fall. Facility, fall. Before midnight, St. Midnight, St.
Neighborhood where another man A groan of banality I cannot be seen.
Be seen. Interstate 44 and blocked unknown. Blocked unknown. Mom and
dad 1987. Dad 1987. The season is are out for dinner yet the
farmhouse has of slow growls. Slow growls. A like. A like. The
history of life. Of life. Morning sun illuminating blurry that can be
seen. Be seen. All time is A cop is drunk in the curdled West my
chest. My chest. He is police. Is police. At least one on a gray
washed has two stories. Two stories. There her hair. Her hair. She
hisses chest. Hisses chest. I have no the glazed window reflecting
out of the shower with a looted bottle cop is squatting over human
again. Human again. I am man shat on toilet. On toilet. And all lines
are pushing shit out of of top shelf whiskey. Shelf whiskey. This
fall. This fall. As the against all humans. All humans. Tied been
long gone torn down after life living dilapidating. Living
dilapidating. Two 14 year out metallic boom box. Boom box. The
immersive ocean of and chaotic. And chaotic. Bottles and There is
trouble. Is trouble. There The buck breaks out a Judd's country
cassette rocks were thrown at suburbia is a long is the gloating
behemoth shot by police this woman has a heart on her face and The
TV. The TV. Glow glazes all traffic near the ground. The ground. They
got me Flights to St. To St. Louis bedroom is down the ritual of the
wind several businesses. Several businesses. Gunshots could room.
Could room. Fucks Tommy in looting was reported in flesh of a ghost-
naked and kissing. And kissing. Sheila I see the childhoods Missouri
is on fire. On fire. Was shot by police what the girls look ash
embers I am the crowds. The crowds. Protesters blocked Demonical skin
heritages. Skin heritages. Wrong dawn. Wrong dawn. He shoots the
down. The down. I am inside limits. Inside limits. I am the situation
grew more intense and drinks. And drinks. I know. I know
III
A
Ferguson Writhed
And rocks
were thrown out of his ass demons serrations. Demons serrations.
Skinned alive girls Sheila and Tanisha a reaction, Brown's father
were heard, CNN teams burned; buildings, including a out drooling..
Out drooling.. Licking spittle. Licking spittle. Farting. He king
dumbo Disney Police responded by lobbing top shelf whiskey. Shelf
whiskey. Night shots Louis region better for 14 year old girls
Ferguson city limits. City limits. I the childhoods of others. Of
others. Exploits fame into more have no skin. No skin. I farmhouse
also has two is shitting and snorting were on fire, and onto my
chest. My chest. I distrusts repulsions- gainst the a long perverted
groan the very ground. Very ground. A girls look like. Look like. I
tell. I tell. 2001 is superimposed. Is superimposed. Beneath Saint
Louis. Saint Louis. Every can be seen. Be seen. All has a heart
attack trouble. Attack trouble. There is the cop is drunk with
Morning sun illuminating the heart attack, and as economical ladders.
Economical ladders. Demonical skin are playing a Judd's He is moaning
and walks to Tommy's room. Tommy's room. Is impaling the wall looting
was reported in Skin and money. And money.
Money
to lead to incredible Paula's boyfriend. Paula's boyfriend. Jerome
gets Pony Payroll Bones Talkin the smoldering dawn. Smoldering dawn.
He I know what the year is 1987. Is 1987. The that a woman in Tommy's
room. Tommy's room. The buck of banality gainst others simultaneous
fractures. Simultaneous fractures. I see never had human bodies I'm
too dumb too the curdled West Ferguson the crowd had a Several police
cars were several people tried to John last night and The lines are
blurry. Are blurry. Are watching the Brittany with antlers. With
antlers. The animal naked steps in Paula's again. Paula's again. I am
against to remain calm no embers I am human weeping and pushing shit
to thunders and boiling had urged demonstrators earlier girls look
like. Look like. The am inside the old bedroom. Old bedroom. The year
may fire. May fire. Fearing just such that makes the St. The St. And
staked me to agitators to stop throwing Sometimes make shapes. Make
shapes. The antenna is broken. Is broken. The jury decided. Jury
decided. "Hurting others went on, the situation is confusing. Is
confusing. A woman breaks out the glazed and skin. And skin.
Demonical Jacob gruesome fame. Gruesome fame. The girls country
cassette on a not want my son's the crowd told the be 1972 or 1992.
Or 1992. There is happiness. Is happiness. There has been locked in
has shampoo in her of the shower still not want violence. Want
violence. A am one skinned alive. Skinned alive. And dad are out
cauterizing and dilapidating. And dilapidating. Two named Angel told
CNN There are ghosts that built on the old change, positive change.
Positive change. Change growls. Change growls. A return to window
reflecting the immersive whilst protesting. Whilst protesting. The
cops shoots the cop in be seen. Be seen. Raw wet family farmhouse,
yet the happen with whispers burst They got me naked the upside down.
Upside down. I am the flesh of wild buck deer that Walgreens, a meat
market Fucks Tommy in the stakes in the ground. The ground. For
dinner and drinks. And drinks. Wailing in the caverns tear gas, even
though matter what the grand bottles, but their urgings smoke
pellets. Smoke pellets. One protester time gone. Time gone. Suburban
housing and lays down in around the region. The region. Bottles don't
know what the a ghost- I cannot vain. Cannot vain. I want it cop shot
down in Tanisha how she fucked boom box. Boom box. The radio they
said they were Some protesters rushed the Spears movie vehicle that
after life living life. Living life. Not the answer," Michael
squatting over my chest. My chest. Time is happening in on fire. On
fire. I am ass. Am ass. Violence is the heritages. The heritages.
Wrong things always grew more intense and black boy walks with is
superimposed and all all humans. All humans. Tied to police
department. Police department. Some in to fuck. To fuck. The TV. The
TV. Others. White man shat are half naked and officers lined up in in
the upside down gone torn down long lines are blurry that a looted
bottle of several businesses. Several businesses. Gunshots could
matter what the grand jury decides, I do suburbia house that is
Street. Is Street. His tongue is everyone. Is everyone." The cop
is rain. Is rain. A litany of night. Of night. Tommy is naked her
face and she is not in her laughs. Her laughs. Paula gets out they
were tear gassed. Tear gassed. Then tear gas her. Gas her. A 13 year
old ass though never finishes of banality. Of banality. A groan hair.
Groan hair. She hisses at history of suburbia is her naked body.
Naked body. Jerome Brown Sr. Brown Sr. Said. "No is showing
Tanisha how at officers, and windows on toilet. On toilet. That why
the job. The job. The ritual ocean of liquid obsidian kissing.
Obsidian kissing. Sheila is telling of the wind moans Metaphysical
Investigation Missouri is police cruiser was on Two 17 year old
gloating behemoth of cultures everywhere. Cultures everywhere.
Paula's bedroom is time is occurring and bath. And bath. He pisses on
meat. On meat. Skinned alive in rhetoric of summation. Of summation.
The who are the others. The others. Front of the Ferguson on the
ground said. Ground said. 13 miles from the of businesses were
smashed. Were smashed. Stories. There is a In the distance, a be
heard Jerome is off the desolate prairie. Desolate prairie. Chaotic
in several locations a pile of deer or destroying property is
blistered with burns. With burns. Sinister is learning. Is learning.
There is ritual of the wind charred cinders orange ash farmhouse has
been long fells on deaf air. Deaf air. Ferguson Blues: Satire and and
a storage facility, gray washed out metallic Tommy's bedroom. Tommy's
bedroom. The animal carry the woman away, death to be in Father and
Mother did shit. Did shit. As the night down the hall. The hall. She
is full of slow glow glazes their nakedness.... Their nakedness....
Making season is unknown. Is unknown. Mom.
**This
failed poem/prosody was written in the heat of the announcement of
the Ferguson verdict. A vision occurrence A grotesque fracturing and
sometimes a seemingly trajectory pursuit of the trivial as tragedy.
Racial
injustice (s) are obviously sordid. The events of Ferguson also
suggest the economic depravities of our society as well as the
depraved realities of our incoherent ideals of all suburban
construction.
This
is a invocation/provocation towards the metaphysical properties of
the violence and the sources of the violence. The pornographic is
manifested as a failed attempt to make the horrible even more
horrible. Dislocation. The disorientation to render the events of
true tragedy into a wayward shelter to heal. Parts two and three
plunge deeper into a whirlpool of grotesque truthing.
The
Dream world can be one of murders and the wrong dreams have spilled
into the hard reality of everyday.
Overall
this is writing is a morose curse against all things that led to the
possibility of the events of Ferguson, especially those that go about
posturing and prostituting Authority formations of order to control
the common populace.
Nothing
adds up because the evidence does add up. Everyone participates and
everyone is guilty.