o u t c a s t

an outcast shunning status
my skeleton gets by on less

white is a dirty idea
conscious of my skin
merging with my veins
blood flows, spirit breathes
heart-mind color purple

racial barriers, prehistoric law
going tribal within this empire of the senseless

industrialized empire
cell blocks of suburbia
death tombs of the great city
concrete wombs of mother culture of death

under bridges along highways
in psychiatric wards and prison industry cells
wearing the company hat
earning cash, doing something

turning away from the hard parade
doing nothing, it learns and grows
I am organism, the one who knows

to kill symbolically
to liberate flesh from routine
to liberate reality from language
to liberate poetry from rhyme

sniffing the air in search of perceptible scents
embracing the tenderness of true lust