Hip Gathering

Hip Gathering

Now

maybe I am not

your
Genius
but admit
I tried
my Best
on a Land
I thought

was in Need

I overcame
Fitness Freaks

Hipsters

University Graduates
Sure of their imPortance
not yet
Divorced
Morals
set
as Concrete
Morals
Trim
as
Lawns

Ease

Comfort
Conformity
subUrban
Sleeping Gas
seeping
under my Door

I still broke out
the Privileged Dome
of the Middle Class

I escaped the
Apathy City
to be
your
Genius

because

around
the World

Apartment Buildings are crumbling

Glaciers are melting

Flora are trying

Fauna are dying

Poor Girls are being sold
across Borders
to sit
in Clubs
where
Rich Men are thinking

Life means noThing
We are but Bodies
Slaves to our Jobs
Slaves to our Johns
noThing Really Matters
transcend your Feelings
Please yourSelf
there’s noThing else

Indigenous Cultures are being driven

by the Baton
of the Mining Industry

Out

CountrySides are being blasted for “Democracy”
Wireless
Connections
and Pop Music

Out

If I didn’t fight this Shit

I would hate mySelf

If I couldn’t fight this Shit

I would kill my Self

If I couldn’t transcend this Shit

I would make mySelf
in the Image
of the outCast Innocent

a Lost Hooker stabbed in an AlleyWay

over $200

or a Bundle of Meth


Here are

my Sx

my Drugs
my Anarky
xplained

a
Nut Shell
Full
of
Colorful
Symbols
screaming

I want Better

There must be Better

There must be Better

must

must

must be Better

must be Better

than this

BullShit

Whoa

I hate the Status Quo

Whoa

I hate the Status Quo

Whoa

I hate

I hate the Status Quo

Whoa Whoa Whoa

I hate the Status Quo


“She might be Right
but she’s
too inTense
about it”

“A Little Bit
Self Righteous
you think?”

Look at you

You are Napalm
cascading
from AirPlanes

onto Tribal People

All you Plastic Addicts

your Houses are Full
of the Blood
of the Earth

Full of the Pompous
Self-Justifications
of Parasites

Look at you

sit in your ClassRoom

Look at you

sit in your Office


Look at you

sit at your Computer

You smile

sell

Health

Rights

Conscientious

Consumption

Civility

to the

Masses

Well

begone

begone

begone

begone

hypoCrisy


Out


Out


Out


I want it

out

of

here


I want it

out

of

here


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

That’s the Meaning of


God!


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!


I want

my

Perfect reNunciation


I want

my

Perfect proLiferation

I want

my

Perfect Message

I want
the
Unity
of
Species
in
Worth

I want
Depth
celebrated
in
Modern
Life

I want
Pan to dance
under telePhone Poles

Concrete cracking beneath his Hooves

Flowers bursting
from the Cracks

Trees to twine where Cars lurked

Gardens and Peoples and Creatures

to twist about the Places

where we used to shop

Follow Pan’s Flute

and Persephone will smile up on your
Journey

as the Fall of Night
brings Parties
to the Lives
of Dark
and Dangerous
Peoples
with
Bright
Eyes


My Peoples

My Parties


If you make it

you’re Welcome

Sound recorded, Video shot and composed by jody franklin

Beacon Hill Park / Cook'd St House / Vic. City / BC / Coast Salish /  CA / TiL

LLWAM