Poem by “E” (a.k.a. EROBOS

Poem by “E” (a.k.a. EROBOS)

“MARC CARSON” 5-21-13; 17:26 hrs

I usually don’t do this...and when I say “this,” I mean; flavor-of-the-month; bandwagon-hoppin’; agitation-victim-response-writing...the average brain has a media conditioned, short attention span (you can call it ‘attention deficit disorder’ if you like). It is because of this anti-phenomenon; if the average brain hears the same thing more than twice, it starts to lose track of whatever value the repeated thing has...but, when Marc Carson, a young man from Harlem USA, was shot in the face, execution style, for being himself, it shifted something fundamental at the core of my being...because, in reality, if Marc can be executed in the street for being ‘gay,’ then anyone can be executed in the street for any reason... being ‘gay,’ these days, is like being relegated to some, Special-Class-Of-Citizen (or ‘SCOC,’ ‘SOC’ for short)...like the basketball player who thought the world ought to know that he’s a same gender lovin’ type of guy...he was suddenly thrusted into the Super-Sexual Minority {or ‘SSM’ for short} and they treated that man like he grew two heads and six arms!...I mean they did everything but give him the NBA Championship!...the obvious trouble with this is that, if he ever—heaven forbid it—gets, say, a DWI, possession of marijuana, assault charge, disorderly conduct, gun possession, you know; all the stupid shit NBA players are subject to getting into...then betwixt the scandalous headline and the first paragraph, it will be emblazoned: ‘Openly Gay NBA basketball player,’ forever gear shifted from ‘regular’ to ‘special’ and do remember that ‘special’ means ‘different.’ I went to the rally for Mr. Carson—again; something I don’t usually do for the reasons aforestated—and one of the speakers said she believed that the uptick in violence against the LGBT Community was a result of becoming more visible, getting more rights, entitlements, unknown or unheard of before...special or different I wonder to myself...Elliot Morales, just one year older than Marc, had accomplished 10 years in a system that specializes in creating Monsters...He, is the end product and hoped for result, of an upstate prison system that converts the City’s flesh and blood, into diplomas, careers, fishing gear, high carbine hunting weapons, vacations... Elliot’s extravagant hatred, is the vitamin and mineral, bankable commerce, the payoff, the bread, butter, meat, and potatoes, that those bucolic, rustic, cowardly, ultra-violent, reactionary racists, those misanthropic, xenophobic, anglophile ‘crackers,’ neo-confederate losers, whose only useful contribution to the present; is living in the past;...genuinely bewildered about the modern world; they were blessed by Cuomo Senior, with a plethora of prisons that are the only source of real income that has brought a mockery version civilization to the Howling Wilderness of upstate of New York...Elliot Morales, is

“E” (a.k.a. EROBOS)

one of many patsies that are released onto the world without warning, to create chaos, through directdelivery destruction, and death...He is what’s in the pipeline from a system that says “feed ‘em and fuck ‘em.” He is the results of a mental health system whose priority is to bill the City and/or State insurance program for dispensing psychiatric drugs that contribute to homicidal/suicidal tendencies; the media steers clear of this, as drug companies are their main source of funding!...At the beginning of the rally for Mr. Carson, there was a moment of silence...and in that moment, I asked my self: “as a product of the same system that produces grotesqueries like ‘Elliot Morales,’ what am I doing here???...” What is my role and function with regard to these people???....” And, as an aside; why do people always perform the moment of silence for anyway???....” The answers to these questions came immediately in the stillness, where no lip moved and no voice spoke: “These people are the different parts and versions of yourself...” they are fully grown and realized in the moment just like you...” they are special and they are different, just like you...” A part of you was executed in the street!...” A part of them was killed, nonchalantly, and they felt it...” There is no noise in the Spirit World...” only silence...” and in this Silence, we can feel our brother, our sister, our trans, our friend...Marc Carson...Rest In Peace.....

5/27/13; 20:51 hrs