women masturbating – Poem: UN, Incarceration
Advance: The author has had one political thorn in his side and this is it, the corruption of at all three branches of the United Nations; worldwide. As he has stated: “The UN is screwing the whole world royal with US Dollars for it mattress, and waiting or the US Taxpayer to bend over for more.”
Dennis has done much more for the public in providing a view of the corruption than any newspaper, or magazine, or book out in the public’s eye today; he has provided over 60-articles (most all in the past three years) on its behavior, much coming to him right from the United Nations employees themselves. He has been invited to the United Nations in Vienna, should he decide to ever travel there as a guest. He recently published an article of the harassment of a woman at the UN, before the even the media had the results, or intent, he had it, and those reading his articles had it. This new poem of Dennis’ (originally written, on napkins at the Roseville, Har Mar Mall, in Minnesota, at the BN-Café, 2/28/2006; copied from the napkins onto the computer) kind of outlines his distress over their decades long corruption. Advance by: Rosa Peñaloza.
Dedicated to: Paul Saey (and the CTBTO, in Vienna)
and to Ed Sanders (Old Poet)
The Poem
I
Falling falling
murderous horde
they are,
prophets
of doom
and was
and shall be
United Nations
Stomping
all over
the halls; and
over the world–
United Nations f*http://ezinearticles.com/?id=170447&opt=admincked
for half a century
the oil gods; also,
with contortions
they received
the prick:
from China
Russia
the Palestinians
(each time gratified).
They leap
lusting for the sun,
disinter
clot with thoughts
falling, falling.
Tense
beyond belief
wandering in
everyone’s shorts
things, things
looking for the thing
(and what it will bring)
balling:
everyday
everybody
everyway
looking for the theory;
into the mud they lay
hand
choking everything
masturbating
with American dollars
and deadly moistened
hands…
“Bend over
America,”
they howl!…
(Once again.)
II
Run
to the warehouse
or in a closest
or bar
somewhere
not too far
(Budapest:
it will do,
to get your
fix).
Their eyes
and brains
puke into
the world’s drainage
system
sucking the legs
out from under
the US; into
Oceanus.
O America
O Japan
O Israel
they want
trembling lambs
move onward
Put on
thick sandals
enter the
cave
they have made
of darkness…,
between bellies
she wants to be your
truly, gloomy lover,
Mistress
just pay the
ticket!
You shall enter,
at
20-billion a piece
with no
lights
directions
simply listen
(they have the
answers).
III
From Geneva
to Vienna
to NYC
still farting
around
as if
the world
waits on them–
with clasped
hands
behind
their backs,
as if
if they were
the policemen
(with America
backing).
Lovers
(Annan)
shedding the
foreskin
confronting
each other
in nakedness
as if to discover
a mutual
understanding.
No, they have
not stopped hate.
(nor care to; it’s
too late)
yes, it is true,
death is not
shameless
to them,
they
anticipate it,
masturbate
around it, as
long as it isn’t
them…!
They do their
poetry
on the toilet
write it on
tissue;
close the door
ejaculate
their ideas…
after washing
their hands
of the Americans
cashing their checks
first
they tell them:
how much
they
love them.
IV
When
shall you
you?
blame
in your journey
thru the cosmos
blame yourself?
we all have
endured you
your ass-paper
thoughts.
Let us place
blame
where it was nurtured
the enormous
cowardice–
you!
The UN
O Tiamat, Zeus
give them a heart
(not a goose)
that they walk
without
their
continuous tremble
by
the sleazy-pool.
UN:
open up
the darkness
to your underworld
where
then
flowers may grow;
for now
you, you!
it’s all about
you,
the sleazy-pool
of
the world.
Falling, falling
may I build
your tomb,
then I’d die
triumphal
then,
O Tiamat, Zeus,
gods of chaos
leave us
be…
Still
the puke-lips
of
the pukers
are
wandering in this
endless pit
spitting out
desecrate
goods!
anti-love
endless toilet paper
at the UN
flypapers
belly
lovers.
O Lord of Lords
am I howling at them
again,
I think we’d
be better off
without them.
For
out of brightness
came cunning
and:
blackness
the beast
milking
the world,
America
in particular, dry
(and Japan,
nearby)
wants her on
her
hands and knees
to lick
the disarray
off
the vastness
of her
mistakes
feed the beast;
their quest,
is
not in the interest
of peace;
kill
more in Africa
(Annan)
or wherever
there are feet.
And let
America’s
mind
be shredded
is how they think.
VI
The clock
is ticking
away,
there,
the flaming teeth
of
doomsday
waits (by the clock;
waiting
for it to stop
ticking)
we
have built
a (demise)
devise
to destroy
earth
all now
connected
to our sensory
input:
computers,
minds
it is as if
a dozen
nuclear bombs
will be triggered
in no time
all
under the rugs of
the UN.
“Chew up
all you can,
you
will soon be
cinders,”
says the UN.
The sexual
appetite
of the UN
is perfecting
its biggest
orgasm–;
and we will
pay the bill
for all at the UN
even
their
millionaires club.
You are a death
machine.
VII
I saw the Horse
of Death
ride
out of the
Abyss.
Freakish
black
beams of light
chased after it,
followed
it
like a racing shadow:
bloody shadow
bloody thoughts
intertwined in
the shadow
were bloody hands
all coming
out of the Abyss
of
the United Nations.
I want to fly to
the next galaxy
(live in a dream);
but the road is
too twisted and
life too short.
Poems
so I write poems
that is what I do:
made
of stone, laughter
drama and gloom;
poems
that is what I do–,
as I water
the world
and watch it
falling, falling
to its doom–;
squirm
in it
out of it
endure it;
glare at it
sweat in it!
VIII
The bedpan
is
waiting
for the oozing
mind
the eruption
about to start
downward
upward
stomped into
granite tears
eyes balling
every ass
that walks by
at the UN–
(join us or else).
The UN,
sucking in
the
brain valves of
everyone.
Floodlights
go off
the sun is
dim
darkness
survived
light…
sucked into
a vortex
and into an
amulet to show
the reservoir
is open now.
Stomp
the Americans
the Japanese
and Jew,
grab them
by the crotch
and don’t let go
(UN:
philosophy)
(after
they pay
the bill)
#1252 2/28/2005
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