1. Summing up the World’s Problems
An armored Dunbar truck
passed me on the road
while I was walking home,
suffocating the atmosphere
with its black fumes of death
while transporting
bags full of Fed Notes
to the nearest bank.
An armored Dunbar truck
passed me on the road
while I was walking home,
suffocating the atmosphere
with its black fumes of death
while transporting
bags full of Fed Notes
to the nearest bank.
***
2. Bootstraps
It’s been awhile
since I barfed
all over the bullshit paradigm
that passes
for a political structure
in this corporate fascist system
where both blind brigades
from Team Red and Team Blue
bomb back and forth
at each other
while the wool gets wrapped
more tightly over their eyes
by the bankers
behind the curtains
behind the scenes
behind the mask of Lucifer
who are pulling the strings
on this socially engineered
countdown to chaos
So gag me
with a silver spoon
as I bear witness
to the balkanized masses
bitch and moan
about all the artificial divisions
of class
they’ve been so expertly
and methodically cast into
as they are taught
from the hierarchy on high
at the top of the eye
to focus their attention
on nothing but
the shallow surface level
of race, sex, orientation,
and every other stupid collectivized tag –
which continues to allow
the powers that be
to sleep soundly in peace –
instead of waking up
and realizing
that the only privilege which matters
is the blessed gift
of coming to know the true self
as an actual individual
that doesn’t need some false idol
from the all-powerful Fed
to save their sorry ass at every turn
***
3. Violent Carnage
Some people might want to fuck you like an animal,
but I want to fuck you like the angel of death.
No, fuck that,
I want to fuck you like the Devil himself,
red and raw with fiery rage
that burns deeply into your womb
and spreads throughout the marrow of your soul.
I want to fuck you with an eternal flame
that makes you forget who you are,
that leaves you breathless on the cusp of death,
that opens you up to new possibilities in life.
I want to fuck your darkest shadows,
igniting them with the fury of a violent passion
that splits apart your psyche,
shattering all the fear that is buried down in your guts.
I want to boil inside you.
I want to bake my seed into your heart.
I want to fuck you with an unquenchable love
that grinds against your flesh like metal lust.
I want to shove my tongue so far down your throat
that you gag and choke in ecstasy.
I want to fuck you on a bed of roses
while the thorns gash into your skin,
ripping open wounds that I cover with the salt of my semen.
I want to fuck you until you go blind,
until the world dies,
until there is nothing left
but the two of us
exhausting together in a carnal embrace.
***
4. Split Second
Lungs leeched
organs breeched
breath stale as rancid mold
Copper coated poison
leaking acid tears
upon the broken flesh of entropy
Tired eyes
torched sky horizon
bleeding liquid cancer in waves
Shot to the heart
one second too late
feral cat aborted from paper bag
Twisted knife
wounded side
spare rib roasted well done
Desolation dance
murdered chorus
song cut off at the throat
Muted vibration
death throe ventilation
humidity sucks dry the air
Fire in the womb
flames rising higher
melting wax from the sun
Solar flare
birthing hell
welcome to chaos 101
Lessons learned
one second too late
God has laid down for a nap
***
5. Karma Lurking
Teeth stained
neck torn
veins bled
eyes white
but you’ll sleep well tonight
I’m sure
Weak flesh
lust strong
love lost
fangs drawn
but you got what you wanted
all along
Silent moon
empty bed
shallow words
left unsaid
but you swallow the tide
as the sky falls
Frayed mind
heart slain
knife stabs
rib breaks
but you’ll dance on the grave
that you dig
Cheap sell
silver bag
last kiss
burning lips
but you’ll get yours tomorrow
just you wait
2. Bootstraps
It’s been awhile
since I barfed
all over the bullshit paradigm
that passes
for a political structure
in this corporate fascist system
where both blind brigades
from Team Red and Team Blue
bomb back and forth
at each other
while the wool gets wrapped
more tightly over their eyes
by the bankers
behind the curtains
behind the scenes
behind the mask of Lucifer
who are pulling the strings
on this socially engineered
countdown to chaos
So gag me
with a silver spoon
as I bear witness
to the balkanized masses
bitch and moan
about all the artificial divisions
of class
they’ve been so expertly
and methodically cast into
as they are taught
from the hierarchy on high
at the top of the eye
to focus their attention
on nothing but
the shallow surface level
of race, sex, orientation,
and every other stupid collectivized tag –
which continues to allow
the powers that be
to sleep soundly in peace –
instead of waking up
and realizing
that the only privilege which matters
is the blessed gift
of coming to know the true self
as an actual individual
that doesn’t need some false idol
from the all-powerful Fed
to save their sorry ass at every turn
***
3. Violent Carnage
Some people might want to fuck you like an animal,
but I want to fuck you like the angel of death.
No, fuck that,
I want to fuck you like the Devil himself,
red and raw with fiery rage
that burns deeply into your womb
and spreads throughout the marrow of your soul.
I want to fuck you with an eternal flame
that makes you forget who you are,
that leaves you breathless on the cusp of death,
that opens you up to new possibilities in life.
I want to fuck your darkest shadows,
igniting them with the fury of a violent passion
that splits apart your psyche,
shattering all the fear that is buried down in your guts.
I want to boil inside you.
I want to bake my seed into your heart.
I want to fuck you with an unquenchable love
that grinds against your flesh like metal lust.
I want to shove my tongue so far down your throat
that you gag and choke in ecstasy.
I want to fuck you on a bed of roses
while the thorns gash into your skin,
ripping open wounds that I cover with the salt of my semen.
I want to fuck you until you go blind,
until the world dies,
until there is nothing left
but the two of us
exhausting together in a carnal embrace.
***
4. Split Second
Lungs leeched
organs breeched
breath stale as rancid mold
Copper coated poison
leaking acid tears
upon the broken flesh of entropy
Tired eyes
torched sky horizon
bleeding liquid cancer in waves
Shot to the heart
one second too late
feral cat aborted from paper bag
Twisted knife
wounded side
spare rib roasted well done
Desolation dance
murdered chorus
song cut off at the throat
Muted vibration
death throe ventilation
humidity sucks dry the air
Fire in the womb
flames rising higher
melting wax from the sun
Solar flare
birthing hell
welcome to chaos 101
Lessons learned
one second too late
God has laid down for a nap
***
5. Karma Lurking
Teeth stained
neck torn
veins bled
eyes white
but you’ll sleep well tonight
I’m sure
Weak flesh
lust strong
love lost
fangs drawn
but you got what you wanted
all along
Silent moon
empty bed
shallow words
left unsaid
but you swallow the tide
as the sky falls
Frayed mind
heart slain
knife stabs
rib breaks
but you’ll dance on the grave
that you dig
Cheap sell
silver bag
last kiss
burning lips
but you’ll get yours tomorrow
just you wait
