~a-niso

SOHO
the womb of the Mudd Club
birthing a faith in the beauty of deconstruction.
we do all we want here on earth
then rely solely on the mercy of god,
on the pretence that we didn't know.
the indirectly involved, the easily convinced
& the baffled
with driving guise
ad copy for a drug called SAMO.

a pin drops like a pungent odor
a neo art form saving idiots
an alternative to playing art
with the 'radical chic' sect on daddy's $ funds

a publicists dream of an escape clause
reliant upon an aesthetic of ignorance
with ferocious conviction devoid of context
an end to playing art

a mascot drinking from the deepest cups of pleasure
representing an end to bogus pseudo intellectual
an end to mindwash religion
nowhere politics and abstract philosophy

opiate addiction is a metaphor for control
plush safe...he thinks
his mouth, therefore an error
steeped in the lives of his heroes
amongst the subterraneans
living back-pedaling junky bird lives

SAMO
on his back
to the suckerpunch
of his childhood files