Spoken Word by Elijah Allred
"Behind the rabid dog brawl
Between every animal that
The wood-grain of your brain
Has ever been in
There is a hole.
There is a hole
That heaven drilled in the pavement
In the devil’s split-level basement,
And in that hole
There lives a man.
There lives a man
When he is not passed-out, puking up
Truth withdrawals in the back of the bars
Of the cage
That’s duct-tape draped
Around your bumping atrium
There is a hole
Full of a man,
Fool of a man;
The mall-crawlers all call him
But they know full well
His real name is
The Schizophrenic Mystic.
The Schizophrenic Mystic
Rails at every rickety
Like every tick of the
Biological clock in your brain
Is just one more box-car on the same
“ Where the hell do you think you’re goin’?
Where do you think you’re goin’? Hm?
Yer not goin’ anywhere. Yer staying here. With me.
You and all your little friends, and the little swerve of yer little earth
Are just walkin’ in big dumb circles, big dumb circles
Fulla bigger, dumber circles
That’re so beyond yer comprehension
That it’s practically an insult that y’even give a name to ‘em.“
And that’s why
You can try to run but he
Follows close behind you,
He drags his ragged baggage
All along the
Tenements of the infinite
And every ruptured step schlepped
Seems to ask another ‘why’:
“Why not choke down barbed-wire trashcan-fire of desire
And puke up bile into your absurd-word squirt gun?”
“Why not wrap a boxing glove around your chest
And grand-slam your shoddy-body into chain-swung dead-weight of insanity?”
“Why not chain-smoke the unfiltered slaughterhouse of love
Until your ugly bum-gums go bloody? Hm?”
He is the ‘still-too-hot’ in the ‘already-wet-and-naked’;
He is the ‘no-escape’ in the ‘haven’t-even-been-there-yet’.
And until you learn to turn and face him,
Offer him a glass of water,
Listen to his questions with
And Let him crush your wristwatch
He will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever fall silent
And you will never, ever, ever, ever, ever be free. "