nightmares about cheeseburgers

the maulers take their positions
testing the waters , reasoning in the toilet
policy showing its frality
collapsing on the foundations of its mission;
having nightmares about cheeseburgers

infrastructures crossing over continents
laws stamped on lies
the explanations incoherent
the contestants showing their thighs
to get a rise in stock prices;
having nightmares about cheeseburgers

refugees bursting at the seams
long roads and stomaches bit at by hunger,
set adrift in the liquidity of dreams;
having nightmares about cheeseburgers

the paradoxs waiting to get tested,
hunkered down;
having nightmares about cheeseburgers

stopping to read the code

Squinting from the shine coming off the soul , shakey but not fooled.
People feeling slighted , standing armies are the responses.
The power of resources pooled,
messing with metamorphoses, taking heavy doses.


hearing the thunder reload
hearing the subatomic roll with promises
Beyond the waves comes the sound of wrecks being towed
at times the ears near the bliss
at times there's a shakeout at the edge of the abyss


either way thoughts lock horns
either way the fog disperses
and the wind warns
Losing the bitternes that does the biting,
that gets repetitious.
Cured of calling out curses


On the still of a country road
stripped of stealth and stopping to read the code

hallelujahs

bitter and going bannas over the breakout of the realization that you'll never break even
Realizations in the cancer ward fast forwarded a few years
the outcome is a given
luckily in extreme zoom not all is as it appears.

The seasons repeat---don't skip a beat
getting that washed out jeans look
everything has been set in motion for the retreat.
pulled out of the big leagues playbook

Don't let the hallelujahs fool ya
The subatomic bombshells initiate when you press enter
The key that opens Sesame, that's the genius of Dubya
Condemmed to shells when they suck out the center

The exquisite twists in the wind
the basic business of the universe won't bend

On Being Blown Away

In the hospital waiting room
foused on the hocus-pocus and taking little pecks at the heart
Professionals with advanced degrees and idiots who just believe
Minds grandstanding while gravity tests the density
that can be bitten on by hungry dogs disregarding the leash

The articulate lead the way
short on accuracy, the vague in drag
unseen like ankle bracelets for elite who indulge in the deviant
sick of the odor that emits from the dogmetized

loosening the hooks of the illusion
while mind games apply free trade
Things simple for a reason
forgetting the complexity of the blessings of being blown away.

forgetting the bridges over wastelands
with views of harbours,
heavy with traffic fleeing the disaster

checking the facts while discreetly
trying to get away
forgetting the complexity of the blessings of being blown away

perplexes in the middle of transgresses

under the control of waves of sensation
and slipping on physics
definitely not null and void, still spinning combinations
still biting on puzzles , still visualizing the metrics

now that everything is being laid out on the table
turn the terror sensors to what's been ticked off and given access
to the technologies of the dominant acting like jesus in the stable
Could be the last time to catch perplexes in the middle of transgresses


schizophrenia out of the freezer flawing
it'll take a lot of hugs to hold back the big one,
fantasies armed and gnawing on a theory to bang around the majority;
who've been separated from the bounty

to the sound of symphonies
sounding like soul separated ghouls singing in the shower
while the technology sings with post-moderness
bad news for the flesh
Could be the last time to catch perplexes in the middle of transgresses

seems to be saying there's a peace dividend
if you can get past the fatal attraction
Could be the last time to catch perplexes in the middle of transgresses

to what appears so from the distance

Worn out from holding out from loving
weeping thru windows
creeping thru to what's true or to what appears so from the distance.

Institutionalized hating allows for a few coffee breaks, a few shake-awakes
from the trance of doing business.
A shout from the skinny end of the perspective
Ears awake , eyes idling,
Amnesty from points of the past to the tip of the most tempting moments
creeping thru to what's true or to what appears so from the distance


Show time with an intro that tries to associate with matters of life and death.
raising the rating for most of the people floating most of the time
with a brand that is disturbing enough to curve consciousness into a shape like space
creeping thru to what's true or to what appears so from the distance

healing the hollowness of the holiness
growing wild in gardens
cheating the hologram that appears to be loaded with contagious clowns
Creeping thru to what's true or to what appears so from the distance.

Working on an Encore

Morphine drips into the dreams of the big time squeezers
going for the last drop of self-aggrandization to get them thru their self-actualization.
Avoiding at all costs, the rigor
that could leave their rosy projects fading in the mundane

gardeners over run with the weeds of Edens
help is hard to get
and death beds are hard to get out of the head
when you're fingers start hurting from the handling.

Hunger can get people forgetting to mind their manners
Forgetting the master/slave paradigm
Refusing to eat the logic of the dressed up ape epistles.
Mind over matter , on command ,disfunctional for the moment.

the moment of truth wearing boots
Mozart and John Lee Hooker working on an encore

Lodestone Tomorrows

The goose steppers coordinated,
synchronized in shackles,
quotes from scriptures coming like drum beats
mirroring terror and war.
Skipping the part about thinking on their feet,
the emotions loaded and volitile,
trigger happy and at home with hate.

the president with the kiss of king Tut
rolling with the lunacy and liking it.
Stale as the air in his head, maybe,
but bodily comforts prepared for any emergency.

What optimism that can be put on paper
coming from outside the institutions that hang over
Coming from you and me
Check the temporary folders for lodestone tomorrows.

The cocktails parties beat around the obscene,
Ignoring the pop-up screens.

not prepared to leave the table

The traffic hums, the hounddogs are off the leash
they howl while surrounding the hidden holiness of geography in withdrawl.
Fighting for a piece of ground down heaven
where prey falls like first generation war caualties
coming in waves like Civil and WW1 cannon fodder
Fortune tellers perplexed, mind readers bankrupt.

Space awaits for the unpredictable to reach point A or point B
Waits for gravity to lay down with the lambs
Waits for the deadpan to find its poison
and get a reaction that the gods will sing about


Universes collide, inside and outside , shattering a reality as dialectic as breath
pain pounds on the window
fears fly like vultures after the battle
numbness seems natural

the elements await a new deal
not prepared to leave the table

a little flicker of colour in the summer

The bugs are more plentiful this summer, except for the bees and the butterflies
but i saw a monarch lookalike in the shrubbery just yesterday
collecting pollen,I guess, right at the doorstep.
A little flicker of colour in the summer.

more destinations unknown,
more angles to explain the angels on the head of a pin.
the chorophyll awaits, feeling vunerable
as does the earth under your feet
spreading out the nutrients for just
a little flicker of colour in the summer

Advice concerning life best put and smoked in a pipe
The sky looks blue, space too far away
to get an insider view except to get
a little flicker of colour in the summer.


Life's a bummer without
a little flicker of colour in the summer.

Cooling the questions that are ringing

Underneath in the shadows the underclass meet ,
lean their heads to hear the laughter peal off the souls of the desperate
come face to face with nebulous grace flickering in the eve,
Without exception, transforming the gloom with midsummer swoon to last the winter thru,
cooling the questions that are ringing

reality, seems to be, hallucinating in a surreal art gallery
stretching fibres wider than the prairie lands
All the while you can feel the breeze from some meteorlogical origin
cooling the questions that are ringing.

as politics pull, cut and run out of the waste,
out of the the loops that have been bought, not thought thru
out of supporting the flukes mentality
In the air of answers,
cooling the questions that are ringing.

outside of the emotions that leave you stinging,
cooling the questions that are ringing.

where dinosaurs once tread

 
The tears are only a start
Cleansing the optics , rincing out the metrics
preparing for re-entry
into streets with comprehension suffering from hypertension
In the room the walls wait
for the obvious to be mentioned.

Big heart country trying to get out into the sunshine
The glory glow of the churches and their cheerleaders sinking into self prophetized black holes
The keys obvious, notice them next to the knees.
Mobile temples of the gods who put the g into genetics
going about their business under the radar of statist chatter and quackery choirs

The tears ducts a release valve when infinity hits the fan
The choices moist
Wet with life
Making it thru the night to the morning
where the howl finds a tune it can sing along with.

Walking on ground where dinosaurs once tread
All around, reminders to feed your head.

Paris Warning

Sad eyed lady of the lavish lands
In the Hills of Beverly and environs
Your money getting you sticky like honey while the eyes remain bland
LA woman walking around with a mind prepped to set off sirens

Bored stiff and with opinions for support
Luckily for her money doesn't get laughed at
Though the opinions sooner or later get the pinch and abort
Alice in LaLa Land running thru holes with wacky habits

While the jackles distract with fractles for the masses
Beyond the Looking Glass the economic action keeps power to the the purses in traction
Being hapless keeps things from being hopeless --- the message being dumped by trailer trashers with the cash
And the back up of the cold hearted, and educated to hurt, factions.

Sad eyed and sterile as as a whistle
And built like an intercontinental ballistic missile.

Equality

praying at the equality wall
praying its just not a blot
in some dead philosopher's thought
now we 've learned to crawl
and ready to walk

praying the side effects of geo-political and geostatic volcanos erupting
aren't permanent
creating something barely recognizable in the shrewdness stew
The educated and articulated mouthpieces for the corrupting
get on with their tow the line news

The Rapture, for the multilying millionaires, already here
irrupting secretly in happy hearts with holds on stock markets
White man blues sells well as an outlet for any guilt or shame, you name it
As does beer.

praying for equality, the blanket for liberty
going thru the revolving doors of the 7 deadly sins
Acting equal will bring out the cannons and the cameras to put it on TV
That's a good time to change skins
And make your escape thru the debris
The evolution of revolution solution.