Doubts and guilt, doubts and will
I want a bout with honesty, but still
It ain’t right that I write only to share,
so I walk ‘til I’m naked, alone, and scared
Working on a world made up of lines
a jagged sawtooth, I am dusty hammer tines
aging slowly, rusting like nails in the times
relevance buried in the “who, what, where, why?”
I watch you succeed, I watch you spiral and fail
I watch you unbridled, through a window unveiled
This whole time, we thought our calling had sailed
It was tomorrow we were following, on road & on trail
Yesterdays poem becomes todays advice,
biting me in the ass, these words I read twice,
You counted the cards ‘n I loaded the dice
Who could expect an asshole to play nice?
Every bee stung me, walking to the hive
I can tell you that I’m lucky to be alive
Back on battlegrounds we strive to survive
Us crossing lines, so quick to chance lives
I chamber a round, ‘cus death shoots hollows
Most men just want a war drum to follow
To give them some honor, sacrifice, and bravado
warping the story ‘til each man is Picasso
The drones are marching through sweltering heat
While others dodge illusion and deceit
They see a carpet crawling, rats up to their knees
Fighting for a feast while spreading disease
One beer at a time, one breath at a time,
Wasting money, it’s peace I can’t buy-
Could you spare a little peace of mind?
Or else cut a line and pour me some wine
If you accept my conditions of suffering,
I’ll accept myself and everyone else
I am my own hostage, couldn’t you tell
Pay my ransom or throw me in the well!
Envious of those who grow rich beyond riches
knees grow weary, digging penniless ditches
Rolling the bowl, inhale both genie & wishes
Life is joke between three laughing witches
Mash in the chamber, I am the changer
my experiences distilled be the only remainder,
Gulping and splashing drops upon strange anger
sharing libation and handshakes with strangers
I walk in the woods to stalk a truth I can kill
I’ll beat it and twist ‘til it lies naked & still-
kill or be killed, fulfilling a beast of will
We’ve got a full bottle and I’m a-cooking still
My song is a fly humming through wide open blue
My darling is a harp, playing faithfully and true
My heart is a snake, made of flesh and sinew
We left the apple on the limb, and a new tree grew.
Mock & Awe (Or Instant Gratifuckation For a Facebook Generation)
(Rough cut)
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If misery loves company
Suffering deserves a parade
Can you believe your life isn’t butter?
Mine’s fuckin’ marmalade
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Got food, got water, got clothes, got ends
Got words, got time, bad jokes, good friends
Holdin’ our hats straight into the winds-
We’re sellin’ fame to the nameless and faith to the faceless
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Cus blood is raceless like
New-Agers are baseless
Run my tongue through empty places
In teeth, pockets, ear-holes, & faces
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Want true religion? Buy my book, forget thyself!
You’re sick, you’re battered, you need my help!
Trust no words & pursue true wealth
Keep reading more for a ladder into Hell
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People won’t like you forever
And Deepak Chopra can’t make you better
Positive thoughts will change with the weather
Hang tough, remember: pain beget pleasure
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Follow the threads, unravel the sweater
Religion aims to negate sense pleasure
While ad execs tryin’ to get to know you better
I’ll be knittin’ a shield if the weather gets wetter
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A million ways to get paid and slain,
Punished by time, fines, and canes
Whipped in the gallows and tricked on the plains
Illusion makes slaves from both the sick and sane
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Loss found himself cheated by Gain
Just as Abel was murdered by Cain
Praise was accosted and accused by Blame
While Infamy slandered Fame’s good name
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Follow the muff, and swallow the bluff,
They say, “death is emptiness, life is hollow ‘n stuff
Fuck for a thrill, better live & shoot to kill
Life is a boot made for walkin’, footed by a physical bill!”
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Advertisements wherever we go
Coulda traded bitcoin for a house in Oswego
I put all my savings on a Hail Mary free throw
While a little distracted from TV static free flows
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How many likes to get to the center of an ego?
One, two, three, leggo my eggo & pass the chorizo
Blame chemtrails, chemfood, chemdrugs & tv shows
Cheap Neanderthal thrills for the man from Encino
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Before we go, some questions burning up my loins:
How does a nation under God divorce its coin?
How come the news makes everyone paranoid?
Why does post-industry man seem to destroy?
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How many dimes dropped before a banker’s fined?
How much vegan coke gets a burner high?
How much acid turns your problems wise?
How much medicine heals a sick twisted mind?
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Tighten up the space and loosen the form
Our peasant hopes and dreams seem to feed worms
Persistently, our ideas spread like seeds on fallow farms
Resilient and firm, our love carries no harm.