Somehow somewhere it happened along
the way,
between
wanting justice for all
and
just talking about it
like the most hollow man on earth
marching with stale,
blanding slogans,
as they turned with a new step
into lingerie of power
over
cobblestones of people,
that the Maslow pyramid OF NEEDS—or was it
that
one topped off with an eye
whose vision is 20/20
according
to a Divine Optician
since it sees all and everyone
as
a caving womb?—
WAS TOPPLED IN RUSSIA
and turned over to
DESIRE
with a caveat of Moloch
and running on so
many nasty footnotes
that it looks more and more like some maggot
who
is never going to fly
and never be a
butterfly
for it was conceived
as
the endpoint of all
of what Russia
used to be and could be
when Tchaikovsky was trying his fingers
on
the piano
even in that moment already
the
Great Inquisitor had already planned it out
and, in The Idiot, Dostoevsky
had
already the good pal Jesus
metamorphosed
into a rich men’s harlot,
sacrificed for the BIG U-TURNING
and YOU-TURNING WITH
THE PYRAMID
by a merchant
(christened Hornish)
with
a bit of help and input
from some “really
good” Russian,
the “Mouse” plus the “Idiot,”
whom a band of Swiss psychiatrists
sent back home on a trip
and mission.
For somehow already there
the
old Greek venerable AGLAYA,
meaning “splendor, brilliant, shining one”
was already translated and treated
through new American hearing devices
as
the UGLY ONE
of
the Good,
the new STANDARD for the IDIOTIC.
And, just as the old Maslow pyramid of needs
was
built at first
and
then toppled
in the name of that one new Jesus
(“the
absolutely best one in the world”
as the Kremlin
assured),
blessed
by the Inquisitor
under the cries of Hosanna
by
the friends of the Eye on top of a tool
that sees it all as
a caving womb,
RUSSIA OPENED
HER LEGS TO BUSINESS
in her new exaltation
at
the expense of her own nation,
and the new
top that used to be the bottom
and the
Netherworld
declared itself as NEW HEAVEN
ON
EARTH AND ON THE BODY OF RUSSIA,
saddling as hell
what used to
be Heaven
and
pressing it like a grave and a tomb
down
into the womb—the worm of Hell.
And now above
it—the new Underworld
is basking, preaching—
and
its men
whom God somehow chose to make too
short
for any antique or old
world’s greatness
are just like Maslow saw it—
a
collapsing reduction
between
ass and mouth,
and all the higher needs
now
count as lower
in the new
nomeklatura and its assinity power
under the whipping, knocking knout of which
Russia is moving
past the phase of a dead soul
and developing
at
the “higher” plane of corpse
with the PR men
for
her beauticians,
all the while her hospitals, hard trying
to handle all the morbidity wealth and
flow,
are running
themselves as new human ruins
owned by some old crazy
who wants to
end it all
at the denominator
of all the lowest.
