Capture the moment
Joyous and pure
I tell you I love you
Shouting affectionate honesty
Can openers to reveal the unknown

My mothers my sister
My brothers her brother
Our fathers our cousin
His parents are his brother and sister
And I their grandchild  

Kinship connected by blood
Our eleven toed tribe
Live rich lives of hard work
Keeping to ourselves

Peaceful loving
Yet looked down on
Put in the corner
But we digress

The planet is flooded
Submarine to New Zealand from Greenland
Torpedoed decisions, a well needed rest is at hand
Plastered, what a bash looking back at it
I needed that, now… where are my shoes?

Don’t fall victim to our dimension’s perilous plight
Can you feel it?
Feels like earth quake machine guns
Listen
Sounds like incriminating yarn being spun

According to the zodiac I’m a crab

According to the eastern wheel I’m an aquatic rooster

Yet I know myself as a coyote

And I say on to you

Tomorrow is never guaranteed
So live life today as if the next day brings the expiration date
Before our world curdles into a smelling spoiled carton of waste

Hexes, rejuvenation
Strange carbon based life forms
The history of their cries
Scrawny weak-minded kings
Weaseling nocturnal betrayers of fortune
Over the shoulder paranoia
Puzzled tourists
With fragmented egos
Yet they produce
Painful generosity
To those who have relived them of their joy

I abandon me dagger eyed campaign
Let them live
I wish to see how they progress and prosper

“The feast is about to begin!”
The Grandfather declared
“All those standing take a seat”
“For we are all brothers and sisters”

The table went on for six miles
The growls of empty stomachs and the clinking, clanking of fine china are all the noise that is heard
All eyes are on the Grandfather

“Tonight we prepare for a holy banquet”
“The limbs and organs of our enemies vanquished”
“And jugs of their blood leftover”
“Bowls of soup made from scraps of fallen soldiers”
“In honor of their formidable fight”
“I raise a glass and hold it high”

A golden goblet of blood in his wrinkled hand

“All is well my children dear”
“My women and men”
“Our foes are beaten”
“Their carcasses are not wasted”
“They are scheduled to be eaten”
“May our appetites yield to toil”
“To the victors go the spoils!”

Let it be known that every forfeiture will be accounted against those who misused the opportunities of day light

At the time when it was all clear and at ease

On winter’s day within the valley
Three geriatric women wandered
The first spoke of comprehension
The second spoke of symphonic action
And the third spoke of empathy

I listened attentively
The travel channel on a network of curiosity
Fast paced, translucent and strong
Foreign gestures
A warm compassionate meeting of hands
And the comforting message it preaches

Exploring caverns on an ominous day

Beyond the limits we have no sky or plane

Right here we are
Edified perfectly

       -Tommy Johnson

Devils and mercenaries
Dislocated shoulders
Second hand panic
Static cling

Visions broadening perception
Decrepit linoleum houses
Men in the front yard, *****
Crawling in search of a fix and some pants
Viles of junk, baggies of powder
An unexpected destiny of agony
Forced to dress up to please a higher society

They won’t let me go
With all the information I know
The despicable disciple’s pillars of animosity and distain toward the rebellious over flow

Never a hunter always a prisoner
The bounty is huge for this lone survivor
Two lunatics in a rubber room
One claims to be captain of a magic carpet
The other believes his skin is on inside out
Both sunburned and daffy

Her armada of refusal of failure goes unmatched
Even my resistance is unparalleled to hers

Electric shocks, water torture, brands, beatings, lashings and floggings
My beard is torn from my face

We will not surrender our splendid fascinations of the galaxy for you provincial ideals of pain and suffering to teach the divine path to enlightenment
How sadistic

We both lay silent and prepared
****** and bruised
Devising the slaughter of their brutal oppressive cult