No Nirvana Poem by Kevin Patrick

Shop-chopping channels on reclining settees
My brain sliver catnaps; occupy a couch potatoes chore
Extremities languish to spellbinding phosphorescence
Retinas spoon-fed delectable junk food of hyperactive molds:


Imprints an image fostering despots: conform
Apathetic Caesars and monogamous mobs
Crowd in contagion from sloths umbilical cord
Den of unpasteurized indifference and recourse

Afternoon Begins with a revue for distaste and gore
Channel 32, devotes an hours’ time to homicide
Latent psychopath awakened in Utah, made rape beatified
Targeted miners and spinsters semi opaque minds
Next Axiom was slicing tissues organs into a meat grind
Sadly not hospitable to delicate vegetarian inclined.

Fingers tap dance remote, to Fresh County of pixels
Next cut, new show; elopes with a recondite patricide:
Wife slaughtered husband (a doctor) for money pro bono
Implicated lover; a bartender, sun poached face of iguana
Met on a girls night adventure for mommies smut pool caballeros
Moral: Never wish for hero’s who can’t chew off good alibis

Static sings, flick next channel, next stage homily court drama
Prosecutor intones her lead role to this phase: matricide
Son gouged Mother of sixty with forty rounds of scarlet strikes
Blamed emotional cripples to pimples of nurtured black eyes
Had the face of a cabbage patch baby, crossbred with a bar fly
Commentators announced their judgments with slogans and cat phrases copyright


More amusement divergence opens twenty four hour opera
Cruise liner sunk in Bahamas, half the guests unaccounted for
Ships stern hangs like a white nose above a faceless hostile ocean
Rapid pictures of fluid integers show ravages of muck filed survivors
News castors frown, a downpour then turn smiles for next story
Tragedy breeds familiarity so let’s familiarize ourselves with dog shows


Now fade out to black screen stand up for spring cleaning
Auxiliary Muscles tighten slowly dripping encephalitic treacle
Emerging from the low brow vegetation of restless inertia
No nirvana, just an endless stream of zoetropic visceral clotted trauma


Imagination; a Blank canvass of a rinse charred slacking bard
Next Week, memoir for nylon mackinaw snail ancestors