Some days it feels like the world has twisted
Like the earth took a wrong rotation
Then it tried to fix it
but something didn't quite fit
There must be a crack somewhere
Where we all keep stumbling
One after another, day after day
Like a pile of dominoes
Welcome to the year 2020
20 dominoes that fell down
1...2...3...4...
20 things that went wrong

Welcome to America the great,
where justice does not sit sedate
as we line up to be wined and dined
by the fine orators, and Harvard debaters.

Welcome to the world were
our leaders actually care
about the general welfare
of this awesome collective.

As I expected
when inspected
there is no corruption
in public election
and moral conviction
is from legit observation
and summation
of our current situation.

Welcome to a place where
left is right,
day is night,
and the will to peace
requires a will to fight.
A place where all that I see
of a world that should be
is a bizzaro reflection
of our current reality.

The words of Urgnd Lichmae as spoken by the prophet

There is no authority but yourself and your mom
Do what thou wilt but be chilled that is the whole of the law
All of my life has been governed by the same principle
Knowledge is all
Reason is the route to knowledge
This is paradoxically countered by the striking realization
That knowledge is unattainable and reason is flawed
I consider myself the master of my reality
Ever knowing that I have No remote control
I am but a particle in the vast swirling mess
Conscious of itself
Ride! Ride! To Armageddon

And lo! He spoke in Tongues

The Young americans win the black parade blues dandy
With Crowley Tilling the endless Time Killing
Flash fried, deep dyed in coliform, and unwilling
And right then Powers said “do I make you randy”
A Flabbergasted basterd Worn Torn for the feeling
Clapper switch on ******* sent a poor boy reeling
Stealing all the ugly bits that still remained handy
Crippled light of the monitor howling **** Forlorn
Torn a sunder under Urgnd’s blundering sojourn

Yay! The beast did appear

Mike myers white Kirk Mask, light flicker
In the mirror stares the face of a devilish creature.
Blatant slander to the depths of existential life crimes
Alexander de Macedoni lost in the stammering story line
Sofie’s Crime was never letting go of her Petty moral fiber
And the First thing that comes to mind is that I’m pretty tired
But too slow was the English Tea drinking grey earl’s mudline
Mortal Corporeal punishment on the philosopher’s Stormy mind
Sold separately from the Cheap plastic **** measuring Gun Club
To The tangible alien televangel flannel laced voice Dub
Hurt, he Squirt the black fish of the drug addled killer kind

Copulation Commenced

“Hard and fast baby hard and fast” hands around my waist
On the darkened eye shadowed lids of emotional teenage angst
Embodied in all that pitiful splendor

Until Reason Beget

In game changing fashion
And delusions of Grandeur
I closed my computer for the fifth time only to reopen it in a flurry wide Side Longed imagination
To right the Wrong words for the Wrong generation
Write the rights of man, only quicker than you can
On the Holy Madonna’s, waist like a ****** Libation
This one Goes out to Baby jesus’ Great Clan

“Sometimes a man is just left with nothing to say for himself, there is no rhyme or reason to it. Sometimes the gears come loose as the train smashes into the building. Sometimes there is no hope”-Ernest Hemingway

Just keep writing
Mescalito swing
To the Margarittaville ring
Plaintiff Mingus chilling
Round Midnight fling
Or was it Miles Davis.
Stayed puffed with smors
Made with white chocolate.
No great war
No great flame no great pain no great gain
And for all its worth, for all your trouble a penny for your loss
Cost millions of Jews down the Dachau blues
Lifebuoy next clue,
For the literary jury
And a glance out the window yields the Spike of patriotic fury
Killing time Tod killing for Casey Jones locker
Playing the bag pipes off Key
Send a Post Card far away
For Diane sawyers interview
With bizzaro nbc
Done Smash Melee way
Because “I love it” and “I do too”
Even though it’s rough
No rules just right
Died sleeping in the night
Just like the lebouf
None of this is original

And then my words failed me and I slipped into a trance where I met a man holding a snake, a cobra. He held it up to me in a gesture begging my approval. I nodded and he took a pair of scissors and cut the head off the snake. Out of its body came ribbons of color and light. I cannot imagine that this has any significance.

(i mean i just grab it without asking, it's fine. it was 11 years ago and i'm such a totally different person now)

(because, locker rooms)

(and other totally fine things to say)


seems to be that
everyone just adores
bold
honest
g r a n d s t a n d i n g

tell it like it
*****-******* IS
kinds of folk

ask and
  you
shall
    receive

bizzaro world
perspectives
on the
truth
unite!

can't you
see
how bad
you got it?

i mean
christ,
it's practically
syria up
in here

and no one
can save us
from ourselves
except
the man
(in quite the
real, actual,
literal kind of way)
that sits
on a golden toilet

because he's great. i mean
there are people, and all the
people say. i'm a good guy, ok?
everyone would agree
and i'm gonna say this, but i
don't want to say it, but oh good
lord i'm gonna say it anyway,
some of the people
wear pants. and it's like CHINA
and the people
pouring in and out i mean
it's a nightmare and look,
i have gold. gold. and oh man,
do i have lots of it.
all the people say. ask anyone.
everyone knows but no one
knows about all
the mexicans, and i'm
gonna build the best wall.
the best.

CHINA is the place
WITH THE BIG WALL, bro
they did it first

(just checking in...
     everyone still on board
          with all the honesty???)

oh good, good.
i knew you would love it
because, after all,
incoherent
rambling
disasters
of humanity
are your special
kind of specialty

oh prove me wrong.
please please please
prove me wrong.
there are facts,
hmmmm...how do i say,
real things
that really happened
that are documented
investigated
proved
things

that's a thing,
i'm telling you it is.
a real thing.

there are words,
like all over the place
explaining things.

to be honest
this was not a thing
i always knew,
so if you didn't know,
now you do
because i'm
telling you.

i grew up
in a big old
jesus storm
gods and
morals
and justice
and things are
right or things
are wrong.

but an education
does something to you.
an education in art.
in love.
in knowledge.

the world is
not small.
not everyone
is white.
not everyone
believes in
jesus.
not everyone
eats meat.
not everyone
loves boys.
not everyone
loves girls.
not everyone
has freedom.
not everyone
has a voice.

listen
and learn.
read
and learn.
make art
and learn.

we are not sheep.
but we are also not
a people who hate.

and when we
do hate,
as we always
ineveitably do,
and then it is
brought to our attention
that our hatred is
asinine
nonsensical
unfair

we stop
doing that thing.
once we see the error,
we stop.

we do not
keep going
blindly
ignorant
and full
of fear

we stop.
we correct.
we adjust.
we admit when
   we are wrong.
       and that is
       the only thing
       that makes us great.

The sun will come out tomorrow
Bizzaro //A real hard act to follow
they pour like liquid valentines
Villains
Some get lost going home
Most get moist-in a moan
Document the sweetness
Sorrow - gets set on fire
Ember- doused; a funeral
Empire. Reeds on the bank
A foggy morning riverside

Promenade in the rain
Reminding my ears
We are still alive