A Crop of Lies irrigate farmland
Deception grows and dies
Its corpse sustains
A cycle refrains

Cold, this night is
Cracks open the ground
Revealing a sight
Seeping through with light

Regions were found
To be taken and conquered
Sailors sailed to eat sailors
And they as well ate bread

Sounds of paranormal had
Guided every boat, then plane
Then spaceship, to the inside
Of a toy box they made

“These Crops dictate Truth”
Says Man (or monster)
Every night is cold; cracked
These Crops are impure

Livestock tell stories of their leader
It’s more of saying really
Because they’re ******* livestock
The Truth cannot tell nor talk

Reason slips off their skin
Like water off oil
Harder and harder it is
For Man to let joy soak in






Journeys of discovery
Travel through the television
Crisps, colas, pies, and cakes
Is what ******* does it

Beef pulp, French toast, tomato paste
Is what ******* does it
All we consume is ****
Crying fat morons decompose

“I really like the rain”
Says ****** with pudding stain
And her body melts and pours
As the rain does inexcusably

Great big dogs soak up in the rain
Unlike Man with his walking cane
They are all dying as they retreat
Underneath a roof of sin to replace

Emotional politicians claim they’re drug-free
As they smoke cigs and drink alcohol
Infant babies were torn apart in shopping malls
Did the World set them free?

Man (or monster) propose
To have a war on anything
Must any more children die?
Or can they get high; watch television?
What the **** is wrong with an aspect
Of harmless self-discovery
Can Man wager livestock’s epiphany?
Is it o.k. to live in a subdivision?

Or on a farm, or in the television?
Do these Crops have to dictate
Which victim we choose to mate?
To dictate our truth?

Can the fake astronaut admit?
He got ******* high; watched sitcoms
Ate potato chips, ate cereal out of the box
Never told a soul it was a hoax

Crops soak in the sweet rain
As the political Man weeps
These Crops become true
Dying Men no longer retreat

A Crop of Lies
Become so true
This wisdom is beauty
What we see now
Is as clear as day

The attention-grubbing *****
Will sit out on the floor
Waiting to be ****** by a
Siamese sock puppet duck

Its quirky little smile
Will show only for a while
Toothpaste soda and Hot Gin Sour
It's all up and about in a stour

Poor sodding toothless *****
Goes to playpen and dances around
Empirical     to   the   idea'r    of
the crowd  wanting    a     ****

You're an unhealthy fixation
Your dark obsessed heart
Should be an evisceration
Your stupidity stored away
Should be stored away,
Completely.
You're an unhealthy fixation
Those bold words after inhalation
Make me ***** with blood
Let those words bleed on the page,
Completely.
And then you will know entirely
That you are uncouth and stupid
You're an unhealthy fixation
Fixated on her, selfishly,
*Completely.

There were gnomes within
The abyss
Crying because they had
No way home
Cowering below water
Trout wipes
Spawning the souring eggs
They laid
Sun-shower clouds spawn
On and on and on

Crying beyond the fathom
Of the Heavens
Armadillo shrimp sunbathe
The bubbling sea bath
Trout wipes' infectious wrath
Drift off current
Tremble off the beat
Induce a treasuring smile
Recover from the bipolar company
Trout wipes

~ You strange ****
You ****** ****
You‘re something else, you
You might not be well

The self-preaching
Was getting old
Even when it was new
They all knew

There is something
Wrong about your English
Something makes them wonder
If you‘re really all in there

When one said you were trash
You thought the cynics would
Make everything better
It never did last
~
Scary girl with big buns
On her shrunken head
Thinks you better quiet
And only listen instead
~
The dwarfs cursed you
To the ******* ground
You slime, you puke
They burn and bury
You to the very ground

Those kisses were curses
You stupid slime, you
The guardian never watched
Over you to stop the blackness
Which crept unto you

Now you‘re some tainted ****
And they all know you‘re untrue
And they drool acid on you
~
When the brain deters
From all that filth in your mind
You‘ll realize the bacteria
Will make you go blind
And as you sink in the water
You've once walked on
Your stupid ****** up fans
Will all be gone

Spectral watchers envision the horizon
It knows quite what is to come next
Storm such abrupt it cries out as Poseidon
The barbarians pound their chest

Pretty grass grows so well after rainfall
Love is smelt as Spring had come
Pretty people grow out of soils to crawl
The silvery love enchanted all numb

Precious seeds had given
All to be a waste for
Wasted only day by day

But seeds can sprout from Sun-ray

Sun's ray
Sun's ray

Sprout the seed
Some day

Sun's ray
Sun's ray

Sprout the seed
Some day

Raspberries and ginger ale
Never can I tell
If they end well

Last prairie unsettled
Not claimed yet
From greed

Mechanical rattle comes from kitchen
A power tool dancing
Upbeat digital alarm

Click, juernk, juniper
All noises unsaleable
Fingerless to put on

Fearless finicky me
I'm angsty and funny
And stupid and satiated

Satiated with alertness
Created by newspaper
Hated by voices

My body once an ocean,
Water seeped through my pores,
Now a dry crustacean
Discontent shall be no more

My body a euphoric journey
In a wavely atomic state
In faithful hopes of good fate
No more cynicism, no more hate

No more No more,
I shall do without,
Without animus, without fear
And nor any further shedding of tear

My body a talkative spirit
Good spirit talk some more
Engage the well-winded conversation
But not end in confused frustration

My body animates love from
The surface of my Eyes
I do not wish for anymore Cries
Unneeded to despise

My body with yours
Perfection that pours
Connection that will ever last
Both in present and in past

You and me,
We equate you see,
Like two pods in a pea,
Or is it the other way around?

For beloved Eternity,
Our Universe smiles at each other,
In sane glee
Insane and happy  

Our devotion cystic
The warmth holistic
We protect from Sadistic
Do you see? We click

My body once an ocean
Water seeped through my pores,
Now a dry crustacean
Discontent shall be no more

He was Mordovan which to dispute raised on the shoulders of a bull and carbon monoxide poisoning from drinking moonshine samovar on the dispute. Not too encouraging.

He was Mordovan who had traveled on the shoulders of a bull. His ***** steamed from the cold frost grass  after the drinking of his disputes.

He was Mordovan which to dispute an eternal damage of drinking his ancestors' remains, the moonshine potent as Hell-fire. As carbon monoxide poisoned his body, he had fell off the shoulders of a bull.

Not too encouraging.

The earthside glistens from rainfall's night
Sun of our God, glimmering daylight

What will we hear today?
What will we see today?

Rippling rivers traverse downstream
The creatures of Nature seldom seen

Plantations growth tame when lost
Only to find what life could  cost

*What could we feel today?
What could we be today?

Our minds warp,
Twist into viscose vapour.
Our bright minds in labour,
Know too much to speak.

We are evading
We are evading

Bright minds evading,
Bright minds escaping

This world is only artificial
What we see is commercial

Travelling through ******-warp, We see the Sun and Moon,
The Eyes of God, move through the diseased space, Immune,
Impregnable to God’s cloak;
Yes we see you. Yes we can.

She loves insulated cable kiss fights
What, the lion mouse or something
Civil action quiets the pratt
You talk to me like a brick and a lampost.
Love me the media
***** peel for us, you
a germ in the cesspool
Debate ******* worship of theatre
Less is more, a comic-******

She is less insulated with comic-******
The lion debates mice of worship
For civil germ to host pratt-party
And a lampost
You talk and peel like bad skin
**** me the media
Dirt worshipped in the hairy eyes
a sappy sad man who is exposed
Something ******* and unknown
More is shown through  less of talk

(Puh)

“The power to perceive something impossible persuades me. I must pick a place.” The Clairvoyant Gulch.

This person pounds the ground with persistence. A penchant to procreate perception. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

Passing away into peach fuzz and polyandry. Pretty Polly plans to participate in the process. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

Princess Penelope ****** on Polly. Paczki the predator penetrates the preposterous Polly.
The Clairvoyant Gulch.

The President of the Polyandry Psychics proposes: let Polly go but only with the presentation.
The Clairvoyant Gulch.

The Polyandry People peer and pry for what will Polly present. The poor prissy presents her *****. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

She placidly plucks the ***** to pay the People. But she then panics and pours pomegranate red over a ***. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

The *** then becomes an urn so precious that the People pray. Polly feels penitent of her peccadillo. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

The President points to the urn. Paczki the predator places ingredients into the ***: pig’s tail, pesto and plantar’s wart. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

The Polyanderthals round about and puke into the ***. Polly prepares a peyote dish that will pause time. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

The President and People consume the ***. It tastes vile and profane, they puke again. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

The Polyantherhals turn around to find Polly unpresent. They **** and pant in confused anger. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

Polly is passing the time, possessing a power within the Earth’s core. Her polyethylene pants protect her from the core’s melting point. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

As for the People, it was not practical for them to be presented such profane magic. Their perception of the universal paradigm had been inverted in perpetuum. The Clairvoyant Gulch.

As for the Polyanderthalic *** of ****** pomegranate juice, the President sold the item through Paypal to a polyandry professor living in Piccadilly. The People never practiced polyandry in perpetuum. Ever again.

~The Clairvoyant Gulch

Into the delusion of night,
Our minds in the midst
Of euphoric delirium,
****** bright

Smoke of shroom dust,
Upon the loft
Ourselves the plant in brain,
Implanted within ourselves of cells

The invisible cells no longer,
As we glow in the rectangular prism
Free and breaking through,
My mind melts in mush

Sphinx statue sits still,
In his unChristly  pyramid
For a millennium we dilatatur,
Swept into a World already left behind

*Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum,
Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum,
Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum

Animi futui, Animi futui . . . Animi futui
Animi futui, Animi futui . . . Animi futui

The earth was grounded
Everything was grounded
And for that matter
It was a matter of colour
And perception
Which had helped me
Search for the connection

I cried in joy at all
And the sounds of all
Which had brought me closer
To the peak of which I had came

My head was a river
And the burning tears came
Within the joyous excitement
I was ecstasy as they were
Creatures of purpose

I am drunk again
waiting for the cab
The heavy rain washes
my spirit
Let us spare a fish bowl
for the lonely homeless man
The drunkard Saints I shall
miss them all
When I'm drunk again
I'll give them a call*

Farewell French Quarter
I bid you goodnight.

The same one stands out on the balcony
Waiting for God to make her move
Dauphine shies the busy-bodied streets
Locks hotel door and cries for no reason
Sailors storm the streets with wooden hands
Grabbing and touching a ***** with termites
Pests lay dead on Toulouse
Katrina laughs at her *****, wet mess

I promise I'll be on my best behavior
But I hear a thing calling me for the keys
As lofty as I try, they drop into oblivion
Serious, I better come back to inhibit
The picture opens up sideways
And they single me out like a crusty chutzpah
The peeling pages ffffffffffffff nnnn
Coccinellidae attacks his family grave light
A nod to the growling and glistening moray next to me
He is big, and he is covered in my spit -- I tell him one
Find a better party whose postponed

The Miss Daisy sank
She was two hundred feet tall
With no worries at all
There are buskers all around and about

The swamp bar is clean
For my good friend Jimmy
He's here to play
He's come a long way

He is music to my ears
With my pack of 'Boros and my bourbon glass
He straightens the queers

The music floods me with joy
Like a dark cloud of sunshine

I drink to him
I'm the last to stay
I'm dying to play

*Dauphine cries to the sounds of sunken hope and dread
The sound is buried with dying laughter
The drummer is dead
The band plays on

She had whor'd in the night as a boorish pig
Feelings unchanged the whorish pig
A distant lover still in hand
But the colours now are much too bland

Their two hearts resonate in emotional key
When will she come back? When will she be free?
Late at night she arrives back home
Only to wake, in morn to freely roam

The repulsive act of selfishness
Leaves every kiss a bitter kiss
And as her soul dries up; shrivels away
He may revive her; return someday

When they feel each other, the comfort does show
The bond fights; repels the martyred foe
Emotional key enriches their mind
Connectivity demonstrates the soulful kind

She had came back at night with the love still burning
He was waiting in the kitchen, his stomach churning
As she walked up to hug him, he asked where she'd been
She said, "Nowhere, love. I have been right here."

Shake this obliquity
Shake this obliquity
Out of the system
Abort the democratics
And silly semantics
Eat this eat that
Gnaw away at the ear
'Till pudding seeps out'
Let them fear

Don't be so finicky
Helicopter parents
Secure and stabilize
The family threshold is breaking
Fibers wearing out and oh
Turning apart so well

As it runs down my leg
The embarrassment and pride shed
Unlike the hide I wear so boldly

Shake this obliquity*
Restore all clarity
And wander through its waste
Pondering and pondering
Now so weak from harsh critique
Don't cry home for sympathy

Da-da-da-da*

Everyone wants it genetically modified
An intricate soul; not real but imaginary
All the telepathy is getting to me

Faraway lookalikes
Are jumping in my head
They're ******* on his parade
I know; it's not my parade

The painted eyebrows panic
With indulging fear
And all those protective eyes leer
For those caretakers are manic
And the feeling  is static
Because all this never shakes away

Delving into their induction
I am paranoid they see me an idiot
I am a coddled miscreant

I used to have passion
I used to have it along time ago
Now I just sit here
And take action

I'm a sad opportunist
Who lacks a bleeding heart
Without a beat or pulse
Just lock me away

I'm too busy, oh, I am
Too busy everyday
Lock me away, please
For I must be a monster

Oh, I cannot see what I should be seeing
I am too blinded by opened doors
You should crush it while you have the chance
An opportunistic chore

Oh, I'm too busy, I
The relentless sovereign
Stoked with such dreams
Prying off my partnership

*My love, my love
Of all such kinds
So well conceited
Yet I'm blind

I think it's good that you're trying hard
But you'd rather now bury me in our yard
I'm a stubborn wall who can still feel
My darling opportunist,
Our time may yield

Man plays his guitar as he sits in the grass
With Frisbees flying over his head
The man has a stash
Which gives us our moments
What makes things expensive
I don't understand
But what I know is that
living is the best I can

Peter Gabriel's got sun in his eyes
He's still searching but hasn't got a clue cause he's blind

What a sad picnic party and its melting form
Let's ditch this place so we don't have to mourn

Let's go away from the stupid, sad people

So      we     can      be        sad      on         our                      own
  Sad                on         our            own       on      our   own
Sad           on      and    off        and    on   and    off
     Sad    on  our           own              on         our   own       sad

You can wander with me, darling. Live your love with me.
Live in a sea of trance, girl. Oh, if you ever see.

Don’t show me your only Mistress. Don’t drown me in the blue.
Oh, just come with me, baby. You’re the only one I ever knew.

Won’t you read this sacred passage? Won’t you tell me what it means?
Push a little bit hard now. Y’er heart glows, it only seems.

Desperation wrings my body. I can never-ever push you awa-ay.
I’m really not your worry, baby. Will fantasy make you stay?

Take me, baby, to y’er Mistress. Give me, give me all you got.
You’d make with any kind of serpent. Y’er heart’s dark, it’s what I thought.

I still feel like a child
But with greater patience
The car honks

I feel like I will die sooner than it feels

The same old flowers, the same old pattern
And the door swings again back and forth from the soothing winds

The streets scatter with life
A man with an electronic cross preaches in the streets of Bourbon
He's sad and confused, he's doesn't scare the dumb, drunk townfolk

My lady, she can't get o'er me
My lady, she can't get o'er me
My lady, she always wanna be
My lady, she can't get o'er me

My lady, she got no more time
My lady, she thinks she's all fine
                . . .  thinks she's all fine

My honey, her heads all o'er
She's been searching for that four-leaf clover
She's been searching for that four-leaf clover
But it's nowhere to be found

Love stings but hornets can heal
Gorgeous woman, she do wanna feel
                                                 . . .  feel
                                          . . .  oh yeah

Love can sting but I can't go
Gorgeous woman, I did have ya so
But you ain't mine no more . . .
You ain't mine no more . . .

My poor lady, she'd been hurting
My poor honey, she'd been caught me flirtin'
Sweet gorgeous, there's no more groovin'
I'm sorry baby, there's no more groovin'

O' lady, you'd best be through'in
O' lady, you'd best be through'in

O' lady, we'd best be through'in
O' lady, we'd best be through'in

O'lady you'd best be through now
O'lady we'd best be through now

We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .

*O'lady we'd best through
And outta the moonlight
Oh yea, Me and You
We'd best be through

We're on our cemetery walk
It's hot, sticky and quiet
The Schallenberg trash is full

"Ex umbris et imaginibus ad veritem"

Bus boy and bus girl
Dreaming the jazz theme
The American dream
There's grits on the table
Another sad fable of dreamers with big, crazy dreams

And I flick the cigarette **** on the *****'s SUV
I flee, I hide behind the Southern white veil
I ******* cower

Lady talks with her hands
I cannot ******* understand
The car horns beep again
And the drag queens chase men

It is all just wizard propaganda
It is all a ******* hoax
I want to stab my boss
I want to **** him

privileged and religious
your cliffhanging submission
cannot be fathomed
As you let everything go
And give yourself up
Become the black sheep
In the crowd
White and privileged
You're standing loud
Your smile shouts
Big white scary teeth
When you make ends meet
You will die in a cave
With your back to the light
Suffice, it is to say
Your group delves in delight
Inside a carton box of
Old churned milk and aluminum
Milk-white metallic melting
You to the ground and
Hardened and sound
Never were you found
In the poisonous space
of conforming diligence
Your soul hardens and
cracks as you travel
Every country, to say that
you have been there
To say you're a perfect
****** of Cretinous species
To be recognized; special
Suffice, it is to say
You are the black sheep