The First Conspiracy

my knees are
aching, my body’s sore
can’t believe it we’re still coming back for more
down on the floor for another round of chaos in the flesh
another explosion of direction

not nostalgic
not retro
but instead a detournment of music and politics and action and madness

no more
humiliation in the hands of reification
but instead a statement of direction and focus
under the disguise of popular culture
but not culture in the grasp of capitalist meltdown and suppression
not creation in the realm of art and music and poetry
no signatures on the dotted lines of mass consumerism and violence

and not…


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