There once was a man
Who had grown gravely ill
Moribund, wrote a last will a night
But the love all around him by day
Brought him peace
And with that came a reason to fight

For the honor it was
He considered it so
To keep it alive and secure
To share and to teach it to others
And lovers
And ask in return nothing more  

Than to leave them his art
All the pieces he’d found
In a some sense-discernible form
After falling apart
With it shattered and tattered
And scattered all over the floor

They need you to want
They want you to need
Everything you don’t need
For to feed
And to breed
And relinquish your greed
Now to sleep go with you
And allow me to seed
What you dream with my schemes
What you need to be freed
Is control of the means
So that you may awaken
From gardens of greens
And see that success is not happiness, no
And nor is it found in the places you’ll go
You are under a spell of a wicked design
So I offer instead
From my sick, twisted mind
A love potion I’ve brewed
In the land before time
Come and swing from the mood
Of my suicide crime
For my primeval plot
Is to **** you with rhyme
It’s already too late
You are already mine

Anupshahr disharmonies approaching midnight now
A festival, a holiday, perhaps a sacred cow
Is to be venerated piously
As custom will allow
To Mumtaz-Mahal Calliope
That Shah Jahan’s my vow
Unto unveiling a society
That forces her to bow
Her brow, avert her eyes
From thoughts of impropriety
Oh how she tries, but can’t revise
Disguises hiding womanize
Abusing them in privacy
As Durga roars and Sati cries
I’m left to worship silently

I am chaos
I am the substance from which your scientists and artists build rhythms
I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy
I am chaos
I am alive
And I tell you
You are free

For peace is my profession
And I teach it like a Spartan
But my Athens begs the question
Do I come from planet Martian?
To keep council with your leaders
And to teach them how to build
In my likeness amphitheaters
And pay tribute to my guild
My Pax Romana in nirvana
Specializing in the art
Of planting seeds inside Madonnas
With my heathen Eden heart

Tell me how your money tastes
When coal ash is the soil
Salt whatever’s left of earth
With oceans brought to boil
In a neoliberal melting ***
Of glacial-dripping progress
Made of ivory indifference
To an oil-rigged election process
Choking us with demagogic smog
To clog the ballot bog
With gerrymander clans
Of truth deniers
Lie suppliers
And the sycophantic slimers
Of the doomsday dime demisers
So my Nero lyre fire
Is their funeral empyre
I aspire to be Caesar
Of the aether
But the diem of my seizure
Of the power will be Pyrrhic
In its victory
When contras keep restrictin’ me
From socializing all the means
To end the end of history

She feels it too I know it
From the quivering composure
Of the question that she poses
To my rosie cheek cynosure
For if she beheld my heart
Within her hands, its final form
Would be swan songs of exposure
To her wisdom’s winter storm
In all the tongues that I could taste her
Lotus blossoms of creation
But no mortal may embrace her
She is goddess of temptation