flaming darkened glazier
occult window screening
words congeal behind
soupy lettuce being

fish are always swimming
against the drizzle current
of my mindstream eddy
never rested never fluent

the cousin of the e-boy
is a flower antlered deer
he is holding smelly signs for
realistic road construction

but it all was smooshed
by the banana bus split
as it sounded around the corner
of the long lost underwater

parking garage in the bay
last level and i do mean last
very lost i tend to get lost
in there so there and there

is a bat swimming in
miracle whipped sin
at the parcel post nearby
chubby beagles munching

but bugles can't be eaten
unless you try to bite and
to see the empty
but it isn't really there

is it

wait what why

crucify the king
he cares for us no more
the gifts he gives are rotten
and ****** us at the core

we'll celebrate no longer
the birth immaculate
no one can believe it
she was not celibate

fear not my merry friends
there is no need to cry
new leadership we've found
you'll see him by and by

the burden that he carries
is the sack of gifts he'll bring
while suited in the crimson
that leaked out of the king

under the cross he'll leave
for every girl and boy
a reason to be selfish
and buy into his ploy

no need for guilt or penance
it's all come to a head
no need for soul salvation
let's play a game instead

so take my hand and see
the pleasure to be had
no need for self improvement
put your trust in this year's fad

hateful floodgate opens
transgressions resurrected
impending failure thickens
all will be affected

blind to all but fault
swollen throbbing pride
withholding graceful mercy
none endure my chide

words divide asunder
biting truthful flow
searing core deep phrases
silver platter deadly blow

dust settles downward
precious love defiled
wasted vital resource
ego child beguiled

i was born
a traveling man
on the shores
of a foreign land

i can see
the horizon
reaching out
to the sky

i can see
my horizon
stretching out
from my hands

i will die
a measly man
all I built
buried in sand

on good days
sunrise follows sunset
the world of beauty
is born fresh each morning

on bad days
sunset follows sunrise
darkness is coming
we're all gonna die

every other day
(most) days of the year
i have more important
things to do