The Million Dollar Poetry Project

Eventually they became

by Wolfgang Nibori

long ago in an unlit room, tv flickering
sitting spellbound, locked in fear
black and white yet crystal clear
crawling man, desperation, chilling to my core
unable to look away, kept pure then that day
not a first encounter, heard the Beast before
echoing from sunny car wash, distant furied pain
why so long this jouney? bells of hell unscrewed
toppling the clever tower now, all unglued, crashing down
simply one man crawling, crawling through my mind
imprisoned in some grey-shaded Hades, far beyond the veil
puppet king yanking strings, down your spine it grinds
chew ‘em up, spit ‘em out, garage keeps getting full
released into the brilliant day, dusty unrefined
turning traitor eyes to those who keep the royal line
blind, unforgiven of avenging, wrongs left undone
blind, unforgiven, unending, greed so bloats the soul
today the Sun shoots up again, fewer shadows seen
result of thankless pandering, green heart crawling

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signs of evil

by Wolfgang Nibori

driving through the desert, arizona 2004

Clear Channel’s hostile takeover downing stations

left and right, mainly right, drowning heroes

submerging any hope beneath a soup-trough of pop

staining everything not clear, but money-colored

a billboard from god urging obedience, attendence

arrogance astounding and heretical, in my eyes

who pretends to speak to god aside from scoundrels

wicked-worded slithering serpent-worshippers, if you ask me

dancing decadence while other dies for narcoleptic reasons

skimming off the top of the charts, xeroxing, repeat

my ears would vomit if they could

since they cannot, i spew this instead

Inspiration: Corporate Landscaping

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