Where You At Jack?

Jack? Oh Jack… His voice was smooth with heavy texture. He talked like he was lost yet knew all ’bout the world. His manner loose, noose held back with refrain, a melody of velvet sandpaper fell like rain from his lips. Shaking, making, the earth is still quaking to the sounds doin’ rounds, up and downs never faking, the lost hopeless, the cost of tomorrow’s the sorrows, that inevitably came and came and came and went. Was it natural, casual, casualty remiss that makes the potential genesis reform dismissed. Its loud man, heavy like thunder, echoing echoing from the dogs and stooges down under. I watched the gas ball fire juggernaut sun slowly lift into the aether sky above horizon. There’s a gonzo marching band going boom boom boom down Hollywood and Wilcox boulevards. Shaman of Shamain reciting lectures in my head. Practice repentance of things I swear I never did or said before voyeurs destroyers out for money and fame. Mr. Kerouak Jack, can’t you see, we’ve returned to Babylon erecting that tower again. Way way way up to the stars that far, with no semblance of the democratic experiment and people lost on the same page speaking the same languages, using the same words, no one understanding what the other is getting at or getting to. No one’s getting through, not to one another, everyone confused, pissing each off other of while barking Fake News. False prophet false hope lost transmission it’s what it has been. We need the flood gates blown wide open again. Wake everybody up from this solitary sleep, selfish dreams I mean. We as a people have boarded the Titanic for a second time, second coming we’ve come undone in, and we haven’t learned what we needed to learn so the ships going to go down, down down, thrashing apart. Tensions mounting, the Rich saved, poor sacrificed the orchestra stayed. Floating icicle tumbleweeds in the great vast ocean of despair, sinking deeper and deeper into the violet violent cold of our down trodden society. We’re ready for a real big miracle, that’s where we’re at. There ain’t no saviour to save us, hey where you at Jack.