poetry regarding disillusionment

[ShoTgun MiLo]

These are two poems I wrote, while I was disillusioned with life and society(Not too teen angsty):
“Objects in the Mirror are closer than they appear”
By ShotGun MiLo
Business in Bangladesh has never been so good
Zen-venders push candy-coated bliss down lubricated throats
Ancient soldiers stand guard in front of corrugated palaces
Glassy-eyed philanthropists reclaim abandoned Utopias
Avuncular pederasts cavort in the night
Real Estate double agents auction-off cold war satellites at basement prices
Tie-dyed Canadians masquerade as lumberJacks and Jills
(They ran from the war,
and got back in time to start their own)
The Hippies got to hip and went out of style
Outdoor wear and nowhere to wear it
The dysfunctional family has malfunctioned.
The UFO trailing Hail Bop is making a second stop
All aboard or all die,
(and sometimes both),
and sometimes “y”
“Los Ojos de un Perro Azul”
By MiLo the unarmed
Sometimes I want to paint the walls of my room
with all the beautiful colors inside my head,
but then I put down the gun and think,
“Its probably just a lot of red…”
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A million miles away from zen,
take me back to where I been.

 

[CARESS]

Milo,
You have a special talent not everyone is blessed with. Your last poem was dark and moving. I think I appreciate it because I wrote a similar one a LONG time ago:
I told my love, "I love you, dear".
But he took my love and left from here.
Gone were the walks on those warm summer days.
Gone was the magic of his of his mystical ways.
I wanted to give him a gift from me-
I'd tell him I loved him and then he'd see.
So I wrote him a poem with a special twist-
I wrote him a poem on my wrists.
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Keep writing and I'll keep reading....

Caress

 

[Starfucker]

I don't really understand the first one but it has a lot of big and descriptive words so I'm sure it has some great meaning that I just don't get. (I'm sorry if that sounds sarcastic; it isn't meant to. I just get frustrated with myself when I can't get stuff.)
Anyway, I love the second one. I don't know what the Spanish means, but... ah, it's like, it reminds me of being fucked up and feeling like oh yeah, killing myself would be kinda cool--like not in a suicidal way, just that it would be interesting and not thinking of the consequences--and then later on freaking out that I thought that.

 

[Ashke]

I love both. What I got from the first was just a ramble, clever imagery mourning all these ugly things about society the speaker sees..
He ends with the image of that cult that commited suicide because they thought the comet passing overhead would lead their souls to heaven... insane concept, right? And he says this is the comet's second time around, so 'all abord or all die' or both..
From that I gathered that he's saying you can either join society's insanity, die (because society attacks non-conformists, or because... what? not sure), and there's a possibility that you could join the insanity and STILL die... Grim ideas, aren't they.
And... "Y".
Color me stumped with that last option. We can question it all? I don't know. I don't grasp the poem entirely either, honestly, but what I did get from it I liked.
BTW, the second one also rocked my world. I *LOVE* how it starts out all 'tra-la-la, paint the world with the colors in my head' sounding like some fluffy idea about expressing yourself or whatever... and it actually is meant to be literal. Color the walls from blood and brains splattered there... Total mindfuck of a surprise ending.
Write summore. That's an order. Or a plea. Take your pick.
~*~ Ashke ~*~

 

[ShoTgun MiLo]

Thanx for the comments and the feedback.
I'm working on an experimental poem titled "Intergalactic Hand Job", to be finished soon... (soon always seems so much later).
well, Thanx!
-Milo
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A million miles away from zen,
take me back to where I been.