Tuesday, January 15, 2019

"F.U.R.F." (A Meandering of Mole-Man Jack) by Hex'm J'ai




I.

Crossing the bridge
In the crisp
Desolation
Just before
The broken
Sun....

Mending Wall and
Desert Places
Full of Birches!?!

Robert Frost
Can lick my sack!

Nature is NOT!
Some snow covered
Utopian bullshit
On a farm in
New England!

Nature is...
E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N

Nature is that
Writhing, shambling
Beast
Crawling from the
Mohawk

A body wrought
From stone and steel
With patches of
Parks and pines
And memories
Etched
In crumbling
Markers
But the heart
And head
Thumping
Electric

Nature is
Twisting
Grotesque and
Beautiful
But always
Aesthetic

Nature is
Melting popsicles
And snubbed out
Blunts on the
Sidewalk

Nature is
Brambles
And petals
Savage and
Thrusting
Grimy fingers
Scrabbling for
Some filthy
Lucre

Nature is
Sewer grates
Catching
Leaves and wrappers
And traces of
Sapiens

II.

Also....
Mr. Rockwell....
Fuck you too!
And your Americana!!!

Uncrating a Turkey?
Facts of Life,
Missing Tooth,
Freedom from Want,
And
Dead Man's Hill!?!

Fuck you and
Your "Ruby"
Ruby's an
Apologist ploy
To sate the
Sensibilities
Of your faux
Utopia
Your cartoon
Culture

Amerikana
Is this!
Amerikana
Moves and stretches
And shakes
Right before you!
Amerikana
Is all of
YOU
Is all of
US

Where's my
Cab Calaway
Leonard Cohen
And
Perry Farrell?

Where's my
Duke Ellington
Sylvia Plath
And
Joey Ramone?

Where's my
Andy Warhol
Langston Hughes
Jean-Michel Basquiat
And
Pablo fucking Neruda?!!?

III.

Here's the Rockefeller
Rub...

In the corpuscular
Glow
Of it's jaundiced
Eyes
I see
Silhouettes of
Gentrification
Trying to tame
The beast

Ha!!!!
Let them build it!
Let them become
One of us
For these shadows,
These capitalist
Spires
Belong to every
Eye
Set upon the
Scene
They might hold
The deeds
But they're ours
To do
Let the beast
Absorb
Them

So.....
Mr. Frost, Mr. Rockwell
And you Rockefeller
Parasites
Fuck You!

Respectfully yours;

- Mole-Man Jack




Hex'm J'ai has been crafting works poetic from an early age.  His first publication came when he was aged 14 in a local paper.  Since that moment he has created at least 4 chap books, and has performed at various open mics in the NY capital region, dabbles in photography, visual media and has been coaxed to play with noize on occasion.

Hex'm J'ai was born North of where you're sitting/standing.

Hex'm J'ai enjoys hiking, heckling, films, various forms of debauchery, new and interesting mistakes and all things occultie marvelous.

He currently resides on the USS Vinland which is in orbit somewhere over Schenectady NY.


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