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Synchronized Chaos Publishes New Poems
On Sat, Sep 28, 2024 at 9:47 AM jake aller <authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com> wrote:
thanks so much for making my day and week
I will post a link to this on my blog and podcast and send that to you
Jake Cosmos Aller
On Wed, Sep 18, 2024 at 10:39 PM Cristina Deptula <synchchaos@gmail.com> wrote:
Thank you! I like the energy in “Just an Unhinged Lunatic” and will publish your pieces over a few issues, starting with that one.
As always, please feel welcome to visit our current site at synchchaos.com and leave comments for our currently published authors and artists. We all appreciate feedback 🙂
Cristina
On Wed, Sep 18, 2024 at 12:41 PM jake aller <authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com> wrote:
Christina
I have a few more poems for your consideration
Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At The Moon
One Night In Bombay, India
Waiting For The Rapture
America, Where Are Thou?
Bad Craziness Rising
just an unhinged lunatic howling at the moon
On a moonlit late-night
I sat in the Cosmos Bar
In Soi Cowboy
Bangkok, Thailand
the City of Lost Angels
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
with my buddies, the Jack Daniels Gang,
With one scotch, and one bourbon. and one beer
To chase it all down.
Twenty drinks too sober.
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling
at the super full moon.
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions.
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe.
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive.
I did not know what to do
As this carnal, deprave
lustful vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally
I had to say something
So I gathered up
My manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly
Bewitched my soul
Mesmerizing me
With a devilish grin.
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon.
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
One Night in Bombay, India
One wild night in Bombay, India
I walked into an evil bar 20 drinks too sober
On the wicked wrong end of a Friday night booze run.
On the bad side of the Moon over by where the Martian dudes
Sat drinking their Martian whisky, ogling the Venus maidens.
Leering at the earth women who were walking by
Wearing skin-tight pants made their eyeballs hurt.
I gave in to the spirit and went over to the Martian dudes
And got drunk on the Martian madness, shot after shot
Smoking some good old-fashioned Mars dust.
And flew off to the planet Jupiter
Just to have me some fun with a lady
Who said she was from Saturn?
I did not know she was from the planet Pluto.
Until I woke up the next day, naked, under the alien Sun
In jail on the Planet Alpha Centura, light-years from home,
A million miles away, a thousand years in the future
And I had no money, no honey, no way home.
Still 20 drinks too sober, I just sat down in that jail
And started drinking away my time
Drinking fine cold assed Centurion wine
and Pluto Whisky.
One day I woke up
and found me back in Bombay
Standing outside that evil bar
in the miasmic mist
Over by the Martian whorehouse,
down by the Gate of India
And I walked up to
the Saturn-Pluto babe
And said,
“Man, that was some bad shit
Bad craziness.”
Let’s do it again someday,
she smiled, and I had my way
Knew the day would come again.
When I would be drinking with the Martians
And something wicked my way would come
Just another night of wicked fun
On the wrong side of the Moon
On the right night
in the mean streets of Bombay.
Waiting For The Rapture
While I was sitting on the crowded subway train
Reading the corporate spoon-fed false propaganda news
While commuting from my suburban townhouse
Watching the lies masquerading as so-called truth news.
I became consumed
With dread, fear, and grief,
The ever-growing fear that the terrorists
Have won the war against terrorism.
We’ve given our freedom away
Dissent is un-American, anti-Christian,
and unpatriotic.
“Shut your face, you whiny leftist girlie man
Communist, fascist, Marxist hoodlum punk
Radical left-wing vermin, garbage person,
Un-American terrorist supporting, Tersymps,
Trans gendered, LGBTQ supporting,
wimpy assed piece of crap”
You are poising the pure blood
of our great land
Show us your papers, prepare to be deported,”
Growls the voice of the One True American party
The party that controls our life, rules our very existence
And I want to escape these dark nightmarish times
All around me, but there is nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide anymore, no one cares
What I think anyway.
The terrorists lurk behind every door
Who are the terrorists?
They are not me
I am a god-fearing white Christian man
The terrorist does not go to my church
He does not even believe in my God..
He is a heretic, a Muslim fanatic
A non-believer in Jesus, not like me
They must be killed, exterminated
All according to God’s plan
This has been revealed
to our Prophet in chief
King Donald Trump
, the invincible
Must learn how to believe again
I must reprogram myself
God is watching us, or is it big Brother
As the world descends into chaos
And the Orange alerts
grows brightly day by day
I lay down to pray for the bombs to fall
For the rapture to take me away
Waiting for the end of existence
Cleanse the world of its sins
Bring on the rapture, sweat nuclear flames
With these dismal thoughts
I pick up my newspaper
and look for something
I will never find there.
Truth is nothing but lies
Lies promoted by the spinmeisters
The true masters of the Universe.
Integrity is nothing but a lie
Nothing but a game.
Slime oozes out
of every corner of the media
And so I remain consumed
by dread, fear, and hatred.
Waiting in vain for the rapture
The dropping of the big one
Waiting for the
end of this period of chaos.
It is all going according to plan
The end of the era
according to the ancient Mayan
Revelations and the Koran.
Bring on the rapture
Let me meet my god
If he exists.
If not the hell ahead
Is surely better than this hell
We live in.
AMERICA, WHERE ARE THOU?
I used to live in a place
Called the United States of America
A republic – the first and last hope of mankind
The land of the free, the home of the brave
The envy of the world
The land of the American dream
And now, I am afraid
That the Star Spangled Banner
No longer flies
Over the land of the brave
And the home of the free
I wake up
The red, white and blue
Have been overwhelmed
The dark forces of the red states
Have overwhelmed the light of the blue states
Have trounced the reason offered by the Blue States
And the white forces
Lie trembling in fear
I tried to escape
The darkling night
The ever glowing Orange alerts
And escape somewhere
The leader of the country
The new uncrowned Empire
Rules over us all
Empire Triumphant
Against all enemies
The USA is number one
We chant and scream
And watch FOX TV
As we march off to war
The rest of the world
Trembles in fear at our might
We rule – we rock and roll, and are triumphant
Against all enemies, dissenters, and foreigners
The U.S. marches on to victory
Freedom is on the march
Liberation is at hand
As the rich gather gleeful
Contemplating the plunder of the state
And the poor grow more desperate
I cry out for the country that I have lost
Whose soul has been lost
And the end of the Republic
For which I believed
The empire has won
Long Live the new Caesar
Long Live the New American Empire
Death to all its enemies
As the dream fades into a nightmare
I cry knowing that we have all lost
The last best hope of mankind
Lives buried in the ash heap of history
Tyranny in the guise of Democracy
Rules us all forever and ever
And that flag
The star-spangled banner
Does not waive anymore
Over the land of the free
And the home of the brave
BAD CRAZINESS RISING
Walking into Cosmos Bar
In Soi Cowboy, Bangkok
The city of lost angels.
That nefarious
den of iniquity and evilness
Twenty drinks too sober.
Sitting at the bar
Drinking with my friends
Drinking one scotch,
one bourbon, and one beer.
With the notorious Jack Daniels Gang
Baker Beam, Jim Beam, Mr. Blanton
Mr. Booker, Elijah Craig, Jack Daniels
George Dickel, Thomas H. Handy, Basil Haydens
Henry McKenna, Old Mr. Forester, Mr. Jameson
Mr. Nester, David Nichols, Benjamin Prichard,
George T. Stagg, Colonel E.H. Taylor,
Johny Walker, Evans Williams, William Larue Weller
W.L. Weller Pappy Van Winkle, and his old Grand Dad.
Washing it down with Singha beer
Now twenty-five drinks too sober.
The scent of bad craziness
Hung in the air
like an overripe durian.
A sexed-up mango-flavored girl
Desperately seeking to have sex
With wild, dressed-up bananas
Running around with the Orange Man.
Down the Street,
the Moon looks out on the mad scene
Sniffs the air, saying,
“Man, this is bad craziness”
And runs away to join her lover the Sun
In an orgy of drunken forgetfulness.
The Planet Mars, not amused,
chases after the maiden Venus
Under the cold, calculating glances
of the Planet Pluto.
The Moon and the Sun
rent a room in the Hotel Venus
Across from the Jupiter All Night Diner
Cosmic shit kickers,
out for a night of Earth bashing.
The Earth trembles, shaken
Moans with passion, and I awake
At o dark hundred
Alone, naked in bed
With two strange women
Saying, that was bad craziness!
“Bao bao, Yah yah” madi
Tres super bad mad craziness.
Out there on the edge
Between the inner me
and the outer zone.
I went on down that road heading to hell
Just as fast as I could drank it all down
And met me a lady,
an outlaw lady on the far side
Money, power, and passion,
rolled up in a bundle of Ganga smoke
Electric Acid chemistry fills my head,
Zapping my brain into demented muscles.
As paranoid, pulsating images scream out
With mad passion, and demented noises
The night turns ugly fast
And very, very weird
Weirdness in the air
The scent of bad craziness
The moon is freaked out
The Sun falls asleep in the gutter
And I say to myself,
I’m just another cosmic Guy
On the loose, on the edge,
on the wild side of things
Watching the show unfold,
I wonder,
Is this all nothing
but a cosmic drunken bum show?
Who is the star, who is she
– the naked maiden
up there in the bar
Black, leather jackets
on stage naked visions of nightly lust
Dancing with an attitude
that could kill an elephant in heat
And the full super Moon continues
to dance across the evening sky
Satisfied, allows mankind to sleep it off
Yet another night
in the city of demented
lunatic hell’s angels
Finally, rest as the sun comes
up casting its evil eye
over the sleeping city
Dispelling the bad craziness
for a spell
The masks come back on
And I walk down the road
Putting everything back into the box
Until the next night
of bad craziness
Lets the wild beast within
Escape its leash.
Bad craziness rising yet again.
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