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Where Souls Are Sold

by Matt Panfil

 

Deep within the still-beating heart of my bloodless city

Black suited bankers kneel before a throne of gold: their God

Pay sacrifice in blood that’s olive green and slippery black

the blood of products!-

Products they produce in endless rows that

Smoothly roll off black conveyer belts,

Greasy with the slime of slickened dollar bills

 

The worn and trembling hands of men and women

Fresh from Chinese cancer villages

Their babies dead and shriveled

Tainted infant formula, toxic children’s toys-

 

While, half a world away, those who can afford to do so:

Apply synthesized oils on their naked flesh,

Consume processed packaged goods,

Guzzle bottled water laced with petrochemicals,

Nibble shiny poison-polished oranges,

Chew chicken fresh from ammonia baths

 

It’s in this place where souls are sold

-and black with mold-

Whole libraries burned in a bonfire

Blazing since the revolution

Consuming ancient wisdom

Blackened to a crisp –

 

Now,

Lost shamans dip into the potent snuff,

the earthy stuff that deconstructs existence,

Or, reality consensus

 

Prophets loose like mad men search for words along the plastic shore

Crushed pills like grains of sand beneath their naked feet

While in demand instead

are talking heads which smile pleasantly, eyes lost,

and tell us everything they think we need

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Misery is Real

by Matt Panfil

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Kali Yuga Blues*

by Matt Panfil

 

Kali Yuga blues burn brightest in the midnight hour

Teeming dark with mortal woe and terror

Rumors seeding troubled minds haunted

By nightmare epileptic visions flashing undaunted

 

We’ve all been weaned on TV’s neon nipple

 

Poisoning the blood in highway veins

Seeping electric coded knowledge

 

Nourishing cerebrums soaked in overwhelming

Gobs of information

Processing the stream of psychic data

Overloaded

We are overloaded

Immersed in toxic stimulation

 

Minds are all but burnt out husks of tissue

Flashing dully in the Skullhouse

Driving men to boredom blind to

Glory

 

Oh beautiful forgotten world!

Science and the law of man

Does such disgrace to mystery and magic

Blind eyes turned callously

From beauty

Permeating all

 

*Kali Yuga (“the age of the male demon Kali,” or “age of vice,”) is the last of the four stages that the world goes through as part of the cycle of yugas described in the Indian scriptures. Hindus believe that human civilization degenerates spiritually during the Kali Yuga,which is referred to as the Dark Age because in it people are as far removed as possible from God. Most interpreters of Hindu scriptures believe that earth is currently in Kali Yuga.

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Matt Panfil is a poet and experimental filmmaker from Indianapolis, IN. He considers poetry and film to be powerful forces of communication, through which he seeks to visually transport his audience to what Aldous Huxley dubbed “the mind’s antipodes”: subconscious realms of bliss and emotional states of pure awareness. He loves poetry’s unique magic, believing in its strange transporting power due to “lingual transformation of rhythm and syntax, or otherworldly diction through which primordial sensory data can be transmitted to the viewer.” The communicative goal of his poem videos, which combine music, language and imagery, is to over-stimulate the viewer, thereby inducing a psychedelic experience,  a sensory overload resulting in a newborn relationship between subject and observer.

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