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Question: What do you think of this poem!? This is an extremely long poem, please read all of it!. Any criticism welcome!?
In a dream, I witness thee—
and shudder in remembrance—in dedication I
defer to the reader—

I dreamt of cold machinery stark and cool and glistening
red the rise of the communist machine!—addressed in lettering
foreign enough to make American nuclear families shudder
at this flash from post-cold war America past,
and in this I witnessed hordes of marxists,
each and one shouting out quoting from the surrealists and dadaists
of the age of conception-the elephant celebes-oh,
and masses stark cold and hungry each weeping
in holy catholicism holy holy holy!
They caught and scratched at my elbows and forearms
each demanding that deliverance be given to them
and them only as individuals seeing the end of days
and the end of an era—the end of old white men sitting in soda parlors smoking cigars
and chewing tobacco with a certain unease
and whispering fearfully in the know, old presidents
and their old wives, gone are the white pearl victorian gloves,
each and all devoured by a single hungry machine risen
from the ashes of the end of history in the form of a mighty serpent,
spitting and hissing declarations of peace and prosperity
in the form of death by cigarette and open bottles of gin,
a nation of drunks and narcotics each
and every one coming and wandering—
getting their kicks off of steel blue television monitors
and the future as is—a nation imprisoned by the few!. And woe—woe for the children as they sought the red ball in the snow chill of New York on the morn of winter,
harsh and cold and glaring in self-righteous greater than thou drudgery,
the children they shrink back as the
vision of multiple angels fly from the rent heavens, seductive
and beautiful that sing and mate with the earth and its inhabitants,
to which the Lord laments—"Woe! The world she is
decaying and dying a horrendous end in self-materialism
and horrid self-realization! Oh what terrible fruit has consumed you now,
what new devil has reared his mechanic head and
swept the fields barren and unable to produce sustenance—the rivers and
the oceans they are coming dry and the trees—woe they wither!"
Aye, the work of his red temptress is seen
in the mechanical maniacal ways of men—see your utopian machine!?
Look out at these men and women and empty they are of all emotion—drained, the thought of revolt seared from their minds
by the quiet industrial rape of the nations!. A medieval plane
in which futuristic ideals are lost and conceived
in age old peyote dreams—grown by frowning Indians who woefully watch as their world is eaten away by the ever consuming monster
that is the world society, woe, no such national society exists,
the world is a single mass in these days, and
all is as it was not meant to be, yet headed on towards it
we are determined to be!. And woe!—the angels speak!
knowing full well her majesty is dying
she surrounds herself with servants and plantation workers
and decrees that death is a form of late work Faustian
desperation—desperado, and each and every man and woman
in attendance watches as the great female machine—(her majesty the queen)—decompose,
and the machine whisks her away
to Heaven and the great starry beyond,
where the gates of Hell is seen snapping and in constant chase
for the gates of Heaven in hopes that they will become one, and
in this it is succeeded in the form of this woman earth—
where the gates intertwine and are the likes
that only madmen glimpse in their wet dreams
in their padded turpentine cells of the institute!. Woe,
the last orchestra wrings from its breast its last solemn note,
bringing with it the last of the preludes in
C minor and Fantasia Suites—the great tank approaches
from the West, and all the world trembles in its wake,
heaving its mass onto the world and
knocking it askew, the world laments in its renewed enslavement—and in the
aftermath all music prose and worldly arts are all
banned and burned, a mass Nazi world where the world is burned!. Oh, Coltrane, I awake to thee sax—will that be stolen from me too!?
America are the communists really gone!?
America have the recent events affected your state of mind!?
America we elected a black man and you don’t
Even seem to care!. America I watched the news this morning,
Another noose was hung in the name of patriotism today—it makes
Me sick it makes me want to roll over and forget humanity
As some horrid dream that keeps returning to an unresolved past!.
America you are old going on elderly—when will you pay
Your socialist promise!? I have been reading the papers,
Where’s my check—where’s my bailout!?
America we are a nation of cats afraid of our own shadows
America where are the terrorists!? They—the enemy—the Taliban spoke
To CNN this morn!.
America why do you fear the world so!?
What threat do you perceive in a hungry *****!?
What threat do you see in the eyes of children and European Jazz!?
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very good!. this can be published!. but you must have shorten it a little!. Www@QuestionHome@Com