*for Chris Carter
The Dark Prince of
Washington Heights
is
a Man
of very few words//He lives Visibly in a World where Envy,
Hatred, Malice and Madness are All
ceaselessly Projected at Him,
and yet, He is calm//The Dark Prince of Washington Heights
rests Serene ahd Certain//for He is not at all Concerned
with Projections//He Wants Facts//and Sick
Little Images teach
Nothing of Value to Him//The Dark Prince of Washington Heights
wants Nothing to do with Lies,
unless they are Yours
and Then He is Fascinated by Them……..
The Dark Prince of Washington Heights
LOVES a Good Liar//to He
They are Animals of the Most Dangerous Game
and ever the Demon Hunter
He plays Them along
Sweetly Deceiving
that He is Deceived in
their Gift-Wrapped Deceptions
when They come to Lay them Down
as Lovely at His feet//He Stands
Stern and Sentinel
Between Towers
of Power
taking it All in…//Taking in all the Lies
Being Broadcast
MORNING, NOON And NIGHT,
MORNING, NOON And NIGHT,
MORNING, NOON And NIGHT//because
He wants You to Know How Much He Cares…..//
The Dark Prince of Washington Heights has
a Personal investment
in Your Health//for He Exists
in the Shadow of it//Where Your Worst Imaginings are
but merely a Delight
to Him//He LOVES Your
Vain, Sick, Terrified Imaginings because
He could Use
a Good Laugh//I am the Dark Prince of Washington Heights………
Don’t Make Me Destroy You.
13, July 1997
Poetry From the Buffet of Sickness Series # 1
I’m Not Afraid of the Dark #44
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