Pandemonium

“Pop goes the dreamer”
as our neo-faith goes boom
in the heads of the preachers
and the Jesus-guys
popping up the dreams
bubbles of a better year chardonnay
sparkles of glitter in your head
as we preach our neo-faith of common sense
and take back the power
from the Jesus-guys
faith is vacuum in Hourglass
faith is the energy of the thousands
then, please, lend me you rosary beads
so i can firestart my starfire
in a beautiful pandemonium
of bare ungloved larceny
of old, arthritic beliefs.
“Pop goes the dreamer”
you say to me,
and then it becomes a password
a greeting
a salute
a better way to spend life
dreaming it all
faith is the current of thousands
faith is the spell of thousands
faith is the age of the world,
and after that, i started to fear salutes
and politics
and any faith that can be shared
for in sharing, faith becomes an ugly pandemonium
hubbub of possible Devil mayhem
brother vs brother
mothers vs daughters
humans against their kin
and then, in the darkness of oppression
we can dream no more.