Yes, that is an abstraction of the landscape.
Yes, you have achieved some creative control.
Showcase your efforts! Open their minds!
Tear the mother-******* roof off!

Little God-man runnin' the cycles
To each his own script
His own prescription
Little God-man running the show
Master of Ceremonies
The human bridge

You must throw back each perch
and wait for the fattening;
You'll need that for the next act.....

Keep your strength up.

Amongst the monardas
Horsetail, Susan's black eyes
You can almost feel it:
freedom, life.

It could just be the heat.

The big angry things sling vocal feces
Fleshy phallus-pumps close at hand, cooing
Guzzle guzzle ethanol
Inebriated petrol-baby
"Smash the atom!"
"We're too late, we're too late!"
Tar (quick) sand *****
Big angry things drown
"We gotta gotta drill!"
Penetrate the Mother with a steel ****
Oedipus laughs
As the boulder, finally
Crushes Sisyphus.

Escape from Planet Hipster
They're nostalgic for a time
When wearing the peace sign
was a revolutionary act;
Now propaganda of the deed
is free shows on ghetto borders
Craft IPAs, grandpa's clothing,
and dismissal above all.

Determine meaning of toxic
probe quantity of goodness required
to cease metabolic function
Give space to inspections
of remaining affect-reserves
Adjust interior humidity
to +/- decency

Console yourself.

Feet stewed in their own sweat
lubricated grit under nails
paid to meditate and eat TV
Oh what froth there is
in a pyramid!

Jot it down:

Offerings are moot;
Never they lit the way like exit
Signs in hallways of God
Note, the invocation
Vanishes

A hornet fell out of the sky
"and I…."
I am sitting
watching it suffer
noting the smell
of bleach on the wind

In the oiled vat of sadness
Slip of the tongue
Whimpering in the not-moment
Lost the scent of you

Because…. because, because
Because because was, because is, because will
Maybe
Was is, will is, then now, you me
Probably

Anger, discontent
are like a house
after work
some place where you wrap yourself
in a security blanket
of irritability

hungry for touch
but misanthropic
can't taste lust
but for the One Unobtainable
can't help her
can't detach
only recourse, lash out

Anger is like a house

Kites float to the troposphere
Ozone stability unchained

Orator's manifestos have failed us
Latent content fools men
H-A-A-R-P
Distraction from The Real
Fractured and failing systems, **** off
Manufactured citizens

Gods of emergence survive
Jaded culture-heads walk to death

Faithful science suffocates
Juxtaposed on the annals of reason

Oceans reach the mountaintop, our last safe haven.

Quilts hang, wet on clothesline
More than seven suns pass yet they stay drenched

Hellfire couldn't stop
Storm-clouds in the hearts of an entire species
Brands that singe the arteries of life
From microbes to oceans

Placed on the altar of Earth
Dubious goals led us far away from our homes
Viruses envy our might
Kilowatt-hours rule

See this ******* Babylon heap,
we again lost our family,
we love the Treasury and library cemetery

Noise from these cars
hauling *** melds
together into
a concerto
for commerce

As I listen I can hear
change
fall gently, gently down
from the driver's
pockets
into the street

Just 'cause I eat don't mean I waste
Didn't they pick the brain best for me
'fore I came out into the big sterile box?

Anyone speaking anything:
Look at, glare, scowl
Sniff palms before dance party
a little talc, not scary no more
Personality a *****, shoes too big
won't buy new, no new new no!
I'm faking it for a ticket to ride
source my quotes and I pretend
to tolerate your music blog monologue

Come on with me to manifest dreams!
space behind the couch where kief is free!
Couple decades to spare and the **** stacks high
Playing the bucket like a drum
Fair-trade hand-made local organic counterfeit bills
No Mama, I don' wanna punch card.
Dad, I ain't payin' rent 'er union dues
Tax man's comin' eat the root strike it too!

If I was a hippie don'tcha think I'd giggle?
I'm a good choreographer but this costume's threadbare
All the chakras in the world can't melt cold bars
The Black Iron Prison is bigger than God.
I become small, let me be the breath......
The baby's first laugh.

God is heard on fifty-thousand
fifty-thousand-Watt stations
every Sunday

He is a female albino corn snake
hissing into a microphone for fifteen
minutes and six seconds

People are raptured
When He spots a rat

It’s time for chemicals
******* the fiberglass
Roll with the punches
****, Roll, ****, Roll

Yea I am gone again!
Get the lime or the lye
my way into tomorrow
by reaching through yesterday
slang terms for money/scrip/script

It's all scripted
so cut loose, baby!

A blade of grass as the smallest tree
Broken glass in the top drawer
To sleep in the dead lake

We have discussed the future
This is the Middle Kingdom
Singing Pharaoh's song, waiting
To build his temple

Or we could head South
Deep into the jungle
Where they are designing the New Bomb

The up-side is literally down
But let's avoid cliches.
Instead, let us mine the uranium
For Pharaoh's undoing.

Mud, mud, mud
Can't cha get enuff?
Nup, tuft.
Alleviate normative
Chairtime penalties
Helper Scalper!
Oh, I drew the crucifix!
I must cruise for a fix
and machinate my auto-licks.
Guitars all bent from rotten trips
into acid bath houses of Babylon!

My hair has grown but my body lingers
In childhood trances
My brain? Anxious, Insane.
Torn between values and ****-it-alls,
Objectivity and nihilist paradise.

Coffee grounds keep me caffeinated, awake,
Giving a ****.
Then the high disappears, and I quiver
Full of arrows pointing
Into every possible corner of existence.
A breath is taken, a step withdrawn,
To be deposited in gold mines;
Of murderous reason.

So I stand at the peak
Of personal enlightenment
With a handful of delirium
And a head wound.

Heavy-lidded
Sleep deprived,
Misplacing words
Tunnel vision

Lucid images
Demons and dead relatives
Swimming, swimming
Through lost class periods

Black squirrel carrying walnuts to her nest, wary of winter's triumph.

- Stephen and John drinking coffee too late to notice it's time for bed.

- Seven-forty, golden skies, power lines intersecting, delivery.

- Going out of business, entire stock fifty percent off, buy more save more.

- Houses are taken from the elderly and they are put in condos.

- R C A cables, seven cents, an iPod wait to be "used" again.

- "Do you still feel thirsty?" the man asks her as they set the table.

- Listening to dub without step is dub at its best, one would believe!

- Impatiently stabbing into the White-Out with a pen yields ****.

- On TV there's a documentary about its own history.

Kick down every single door
Opening is for the laymen

Oracles know the secret to this thing
Listen for their voices
Hushed and desperate
Dictating the good news
From the opposite side of the keyhole
May you allow them entry?

Great though these oracles seem
Just a harsh winter wind they be

Only fools hear someone speak outside the door.

Ambient acid effects success
Disperse, assimilate, control
Aesthetic wind damages nations
Conventional air is toxin

Small children draw 'pon the sidwalk
Small-dicked men drive ****** trucks
A vagrant sleeps
In a shopping cart

His mobile home
Gives the finger
To social norms.

He said being an *******
is okay when you're a genius
later emerging as the
soul of corporate culture

As a boy
he was a mongrel dog
forcing schoolmates to kiss
statues' bare buttocks

This child grew into
the man who now
stands before
a sea of toddlers
asking him “what is
The Good?”

Commuters crane necks to see the car crash
Paying the wrong
Attention

Use No. 2 pencil only
Make DARK MARKS
Erase completely to change
Directions

FEED THIS CORPORATION
All rights subject
Customer service last

Big Sticker Snicker
Get my hands away
from your thigh
brutally change
for trains of people purging
the time
of distempered crises.

******* onto brick
concrete and yellowing grass
Three beers deep
I drag my lifeless mound
of membranes
back inside
forgetting
there's a toilet there..

We only bathe on Thursday afternoons
That being the right time
To stand bare within the steam
To cast away the cloth of culture
To embellish our odors
and breathe, finally
Through our nostrils

We’re the last of an ancient order
Once bent on conquest
Now content
with Netflix

We stand upon patios
Critiquing America's backyards
Before we indulge
in *** and pool-hopping

I know there are more of us
In the cities and trash heaps
Yet the only two I’ve met
Are myself, and my love
We will leave this ******* Babylon
We will find our lost clansmen
We’ll search the libraries and graveyards
And reunite with our-selves

I forget what bacon tastes like already
My shoes have been tied for over a year now
The wallet in my pocket came from a puddle of rain

The microphone hanging to my right
cost me one hundred and twenty five dollars
so I could fill my bedroom’s remaining
empty space

Across the lake
(Might as well be the sea)
Anxious as me
She sits ****** at the screen
As I do the same, here.
There's yet a year to endure
this sealed cellar
where I'm free to speak to ghosts
and she goes dancing with poltergeists

I can bring a tear to gods' eyes
but can't hold out
in this asphalt stew
away from She.

Vitamins and teas to calm me
Friends to show me shadow-girls
No satiety, no appetite
But alone! Alone! Alone!
The self-spinning mantra
of bedroom-bound boys
Manchildren womanless after sewing hearts together
The bleating goat gives birth to the stench of atoms.
Who or what is it all about?
Alone! Alone! Alone!

Ugly fake flower
Mocks my efforts

It won’t laugh in butane
Neither will its owner
As I sputter my story
In syllables

-   The irate Englishman berates his pupils for losing track of gods.

-   **Children of the Corn was originally written by James Frazier.

Hope is a luxury
for the moneyed
Existence is the art of dying
with style
You wait for rose petals as I
Chew
on the thorns

What's to be said about
A culture that commands us
To get rid of our love
handles?