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DELUSIONS OF GRAMMAR IN A LOVE NOTE TO THE PLAGUE

by ANTHONY XAVIER JACKSON

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CONFECTIONS 03:05
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MODIFIED LYRICS: Confections. There behind the smoke machine Where I forgot to tell you twice How wrapped you are in gratitude Glazed just as nice with sacrifice There behind the dry ice glistening I think I forgot to kiss your eyes You simply were not listening I yelped your cigarettes burn me The junkies all adore me And your Waffle House This time Was really on fire Can’t you see? I think I promised you tomorrow I think I scratched it on your lawn I think I sold you astral travel But seems I failed by how your Komodo dragon yawns I think I promised you enlightenment I’m sure I carried on and on I see we’re burning down to nothing Here Where your Waffle House Disappears Like confections Left in The Golden Dawn. #axj23
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DRONE 03:25
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Drone. ( modified lyrics ) Where am I 6 feet tall Blonde hair Blue eyes Am I along the patchy clouds That dot the hazy sunshine highways Am I breaking your questions in leather Am I driving a truck with massive debt Am I nodding off as a machine coaxes My flying testimony in running watercolors As the relief of your murder shares the floor With my shaking feet While Rush Limbaugh promises Democrat defeat in 2020 Am I death to America? Where am I Am I filling for your alimony With a fake accent and expired visa Stealing all your vital conservative values So that I might get a kiss from the president? Am I feeding the wolves lion’s teeth As hot sugar falls from the sky Coating all the brown children in shame While they swab the blood from the streets Bob Seeger songs blast over the Tandy speakers and the most powerful nation ever known blows Up a bunch of chanting colored people who Imagine freedom of speech to be a shining dove that evades sight So they fight Am I death to America? Am I fentanyl laced heroin? Am I along the highway? Am I even listening? The blood of your Broken jugular at my shaking feet Glistening.
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LOST 01:29
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Lost Drink open the effect Crack that smile I want to read you 12 axioms at a time Until exceptions are sore Obsessions justified Best left restrained Faulted Alone I want to move you at The speed of pain in your craw Into your atonement You’re lost no more Until you crawl.
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INNOCENT 02:49
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FOR MY MOM, IRENE JACKSON Innocent. The last time I saw you At least we smiled I had a box of vegan fritters You insisted you could have one Despite your diabetes You shuffled your little cute walk out To open the gate for us We hugged All too briefly for not having touched In nearly 20 years You smiled You always smiled We sat and talked an hour or so I chided you to go vegan But no donuts You smacked your lips Rolled your eyes Innocent to a fault We met your neighbors Pride beamed from your eyes Today You’re no longer diabetic You’re still smiling Today, It’s harder the second time I wouldn’t feed you sugar, but I will always love you No longer shuffling Always smiling Innocent to a fault Always mom Always Home. #axj23
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INTERSECTION 03:34
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ORIGINAL POEM, MODIFIED IN THIS SONG... Intersection. I was stuck at a rainy Bustop in Dallas Arguing with feminists Over Tori Amos When really all I wanted Was my astral ticket Validated, maybe a little hug An occasional joyous kiss They hit me in the head With a cornflake brick Told me to pack all my Richard Pryor jokes Get back on the bus But be sure to sit in the front of it. They said your poem Is lit I said That's dangerous This poem is not polite Not angry Not convoluted Not nearly trite Will not scream itself hoarse At the marble wall which behind Useless drivel poses as poignant Testimony. This poem will never usurp Respect, tends away from alimony Has been burdened with richness Is so humble, demands, take a piece Of me. This poem knows not which fork belongs where, how to appropriately stare over the fizzling apertif, when or where to concede defeat, this poem does not eat meat, this poem drops roses at your feet, thorns and brambles like wind up teeth, this poem bleats and bleeds, this poem loves you, not out of need, but because You believe... And as I rode back To my side of the world The gluten free sentiments Made my belly swirl Raspberry Janis Joplin Pearl As the tornado At the intersection Unfurled. #blaxpoetix 6/8/17
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FLYING MONKEYS 05:22
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Flying Monkeys ( REWRITE ) The 6th finger on your left hand Fades away in the smoky black mirror Upon your nightstand Where by the bright light of your LED TV Your glees grow dimmer by the glimmer Of sped up loquacious disclaimers In the aftermath where we see A crazed man With gun in hand Shoot his longtime doctor For not prescribing the opiates His sick wife demands It’s all gotten out of hand The Flying Monkeys on suburbia land As we watch the slowly fading 6th finger on your left hand disperse Like canned laughter While you ask that we pray hereafter For some poor senator’s now homeless Daughter who shrieks like Lucifer As she blacks a spoon and drops the plunger Like our troops drop their fists Into the gash in the head Of dead Afghani soldier. The Flying monkeys promise no tomorrow. You ask us to pray The flying monkeys hit the suburbs today You ask us to pray As the sons of rich men Nod off in dingy corners Usually reserved For someone Somewhere Much Darker Today. You ask us to pray For Rush Limbaugh As the 6th finger on your left hand Fades away like canned laughter You ask us to pray hereafter For some senator’s now homeless daughter Who blacks a spoon and drops the plunger As she shrieks like Lucifer Behind the walls of a project You used to take comfort in knowing That’s where the flying monkeys go. Well, don’t look so disturbed The Flying Monkeys have hit the suburbs The 6th finger on your left hand Fades away along with the rhetoric As the president claims an epidemic. Feeling disturbed? The flying monkeys Take the gun in the hand of the crazed man Demanding opiates Aim and then Shoot it at the doctor who won’t sign A prescription for the ill wife who demands it Feeling disturbed? The Flying Monkeys have reached the suburbs. Feeling disturbed? Haven’t you heard, Old man Baum’s flying monkeys Are on the loose Ain’t it absurd? Feeling disturbed? Well, I’m sure we’re not in Kansas anymore... Feeling disturbed? The Flying monkeys have hit the suburbs... #axj23 #blaxpoetix
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THE ANIMALS 04:54
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THE ANIMALS. So to be a smartass I tell them the animals Kidnapped me Brainwashed me and made me Vegan. And there's always some skeptic Who'll fire back When I tell them to put themselves in the Shoes of the animals Well animals don't have shoes Xavier Animals don't have thumbs to kidnap You Xavier You're full of it Xavier Well maybe, just maybe In a land far away beyond the clouds The not so bad witch of the West Has taught the animals to talk aloud. And we will hear quite clearly That they'd prefer not to be slaughtered And eaten, worn or caged and treated Worse than waste water. When the wicked witch teaches The animals to talk Of course there will be backlash There's a group of monkies bribed With all the zoom zooms and wham whams Of the internet age and the steamy glossy page Who will stand right up and tell you the animals are lying before they take off flying to their Magical palace in the skies provided by the meat industry where they can Gamble and gambol with monkey models in blond wigs All hopped up on amphetamine and porn There's even a monkey clever enough To run a temporary opposable thumb racket To sway the ' lesser' animals like cows and pigs who are willing to take the industry side. A certain bovine is now known as the pig Picasso because with his temporary opposable thumb he paints massive murals of animals happily being led to slaughter. The industry assures he has a two week front on opposable thumbs as long as he can keep churning out the propaganda. And that wicked witch is sad. She's been killed by a farm girl from Kansas. These are truly Very sad times for the animals. So I will continue to say The animals They kidnapped me And made me vegan. Because the alternate future Is far less likely Who cares if they don't have shoes Or phone bills or thumbs To grab me I'm sticking to my story. #axj23
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LOS ANGELES 02:47
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Los Angeles No one’s going anywhere at all So buy a phone charger From any of the hundreds of vendors Scattered about the city Wherever there’s a fence to hang clothes Or cast a canopy near The city of angels has become The city of angles The city of anglers Everyone fishing in each others’ pockets For a reason to live A reason to trudge over the same stretch of highway clogged with the seedy ambition To remain sedentary To be removed Twice as nice to stay at home Pushing buttons Buy yourself a Tesla from the hospital That just fired a surgeon for His horrible credit score No one’s going anywhere at all Buy a bacon wrapped sausage From a little girl in Santee Alley Who cries out designer jeans half priced As the sewn on labels Purchased wholesale on Amazon Fall off the pockets and go floating down The rivulets of bleach and broken English To a homeless encampment No one’s going anywhere at all Fasten your seatbelts Sit still Be quiet Consume. #axj23 #blaxpoetix
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ZOE KRAVITZ 03:16
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Zoe Kravitz ( A song of great political import) If you look at the world Finding you hate it Them maybe you ought To count the freckles On the nose of Zoe Kravitz Then you might look at the world Finding joy in it You might look at the world Finding light in it You might want to hug the next Politician you find downtown being Illicit If you take the time To count the freckles on the nose Of Zoe Kravitz They tell you this broken world is yours If you take it They tell you to fake it until you make it They said take the half truth and stretch it Teach a herd of cats to play fetch Pray to a punishing god unless you go to heck But I say When you look at the world Quite sure you hate it Take a moment my dear To count the freckles on the nose Of Zoe Kravitz #axj23
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ACCOUNTABLE 04:17
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Accountable. That girl is crazy She belongs to me She is so very insane She makes me misspell My names She throws seashells into The dirty mouthed flames She never buys me lunch Or sheer beauty proclaims My tattoos nor their placement I just gotta have her Heaven sent... Has anyone seen her My brain I lent She has this horrendous Habit Of never hollering back There I am on the soapbox In the middle of traffic again My polka dot boxers Louder than the Division street din She Shadow She stuns She makes mules My desires Slightly famous Taos hum She's so crazy But I won't run I gotta have her Chlorophyll Sun Plants Tulips Swings Thunder Rose Hips Clips My Dirty fingers Playing In the dark earth Mirth Night Spun Plunged Devil delight Never curt Nor hurt Never learned In her eyes Babylon to ash Turns That girl is crazy She's the one Smells of eternity Never takes her gaze off me Burns through my defences Deftly Swiftly Lefty Never gently Transcendental Mediation From here To mundanity.
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LOVE IS POLITICAL, SUBLIMINAL CRIMINALS 01:54
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Love is Political, Subliminal Criminals. Maybe I should smoke some weed... Maybe I should start a cult. Maybe, just maybe If you believe We could maybe Stage a revolt. Maybe I could dance all night long Maybe, if I ever learn to write a song Maybe you could teach me right from wrong Maybe take me traveling The whole year long You could introduce me to your mother Maybe wear a sarong You could switch off the strobe light Behind my eyes so strong Maybe just maybe We could simply revolt Turn this whole old world upside down Maybe I should smoke some weed Maybe start a cult Maybe Baby If you believe We could Maybe Stage a revolt.
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THE PLAGUE 07:13
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The Plague. Headed into the forbidden zone My 7 fingers bleed profusely As I wipe the acid sweat from my face A quarantine master sprays us down With hand sanitizer Ironic now as the vaccine they proposed Just weeks ago has everyone losing Fingers and bleeding everywhere Sweating hydrochloride Unable to talk because our tongues Are horrendously swollen. They have us on this cruise ship Circling around harbors that refuse us Since the Oakland outbreak No one can remember any safe port No one wants to make that mistake again. The restaurants were receiving back to back Reservation cancellations because members of parties had been exposed. It spread rather quickly Until one upshot Biologist at Stanford came up with a vaccine. Thousands lined up outside The shelters and soup kitchens To get their shot The rich and homeless finally equal Then the fingers started appearing everywhere, everyone’s hands were bleeding As they sweated acid The quarantine masters in their airtight suits Rounded up thousands and set up a flotilla of Victims of the cure who circle the oceans endlessly being sprayed with hand sanitizer Waiting to die. Meanwhile They hanged the biologist in the state capitol We float around indefinitely Someone trapped a seagull Our bloody fingers tear it to shreds While the million dollar jets police us Shooting dead anyone stupid enough to jump ship. We read the Bible Analyzing Revelations The Crowns The Kings The Trumps And we are the angel One foot on land One in the sea Waiting for the final call Headed to the forbidden zone Where we can walk around undetected A few hours at a time I found this cell phone floating near the Skip we keep the dead burning on I just wanted to write someone Anyone We’re all covered in hand sanitizer Ironic as our hands lose their fingers. Is anybody out there The haze from the bombing of the ship Ahead of us lingers Does anyone remember Oakland? Have you seen my 7th finger? #axj23
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TEHACHAPI SNOW SHOES 04:43
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Tehachapi Snow Shoes. The chlorophyll in my jacket has gone brown The artificial meat leaves stains on the lapel I haven’t read a poem to you for years The robot dog has virtual rabies On the loose, prowling with the feral cats Whom we discovered spoke machine language all along. They attack the homeless Tech workers trying to ply their wares on the dingy corners, but no one trusts them anymore. All the scientists have been replaced with psientists and voodoo hex sex specialists who can fix your dysfunction with the wave of a wand while the psientiests use telekinesis to help raise... awareness. I’m in my Tehachapi snow shoes treading to the prison to get fed. There is a clearing house on soup made by a mutated mouse whose flavor it is said makes the masses hallucinate images of the Holy Mother in the skies. The Bakersfield planes are all covered in feet of snow. The animals who used to graze all transformed to monsters which rage at us refugees merely looking for the next exciting thing to eat which isn’t animals. I work in a biomechanical meat factory under the tutelage of the impossible burger inventor. On my days off I don my Tehachapi snow shoes and trudge miles along the fenced roads where the mad cows this time are really mad, 6 feet tall with talons and canines, we even see some are evolving little nubs which one day will become wings, rendering our fences obsolete. We stun gun the geese and chickens which like to pillage our soup and bread. The occasional robot dog protects us, but most have been recruited by the feral cat army and just watch us being attacked instead. The chlorophyll in my jacket goes brown I’ll journey 9 days to Castroville to get another one. The Central coast hoards all the plant life. The Psientists have us wearing coats filled with plant essence because since the Virus Wars no one can process UV light on their own anymore, beside which it snows mostly in California now. The Psientists work overtime creating artificial melanin and chlorophyll so that we can leach some tiny bits of UV when the sun cracks through the nuclear haze. I guess I’ll see you in prison. With my soup in my hand and a sky fixed gaze. Ave Maria We all say In our Tehachapi Snow shoes While the music of Legendary Pink Dots Over and over and over The tannoy Plays. #axj23 #blaxpoetix From a dream.
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REVELATION 20 03:56
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Revelation 20 New International Version (NIV) The Thousand Years 20 And I saw an angel coming down out of heaven, having the key to the Abyss and holding in his hand a great chain. 2 He seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil, or Satan, and bound him for a thousand years. 3 He threw him into the Abyss, and locked and sealed it over him, to keep him from deceiving the nations anymore until the thousand years were ended. After that, he must be set free for a short time. 4 I saw thrones on which were seated those who had been given authority to judge. And I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded because of their testimony about Jesus and because of the word of God. They[a] had not worshiped the beast or its image and had not received its mark on their foreheads or their hands. They came to life and reigned with Christ a thousand years. 5 (The rest of the dead did not come to life until the thousand years were ended.) This is the first resurrection. 6 Blessed and holy are those who share in the first resurrection. The second death has no power over them, but they will be priests of God and of Christ and will reign with him for a thousand years. The Judgment of Satan 7 When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison 8 and will go out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth—Gog and Magog—and to gather them for battle. In number they are like the sand on the seashore. 9 They marched across the breadth of the earth and surrounded the camp of God’s people, the city he loves. But fire came down from heaven and devoured them. 10 And the devil, who deceived them, was thrown into the lake of burning sulfur, where the beast and the false prophet had been thrown. They will be tormented day and night for ever and ever. The Judgment of the Dead 11 Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them. 12 And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Another book was opened, which is the book of life. The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books. 13 The sea gave up the dead that were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was judged according to what they had done. 14 Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death. 15 Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire.

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A COLLECTION OF SPOKEN WORD AND SONGS TINGED WITH WORK ON INSTRUMENTS AS WELL AS MIDI. CUTTING A WIDE SWATHE OF INFLUENCE FROM COUNTRY TO FUNK AND ALL MANNER OF STYLES IN BETWEEN.

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released March 21, 2020

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I am a spoken word artist whose passion is music. I use a variety of media to render my works, including traditional instrumentation such as guitar, bass and drums. I also employ synths and all the tools of my DAW to make improv pieces to back my poetry.
LPD, Burroughs, Tear Garden, Watts Prophets, Last Poets, Radiohead… so many influences.
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