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 publics 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 Minne sota, at the BN-Caf, 2/28/2006; copied from the napkins onto the computer) kind of outlines his distress over their decades long corruption. Advance by: Rosa Pealoza.
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 fucked 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 everyones 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 wi th 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 worlds 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; its
too late) yes, it is true, death is not shameless to them, they anticipate it, masturbate around it, as long as it isnt 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! its all about you, the sleazy-pool of the world.
Falling, falling may I build your tomb, then Id 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 wed 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 Americas 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 dont let go (UN: philosophy)
(after they pay the bill)
#1252 2/28/2005
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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