Chemical tentacles
tent full of Seminole Indians
sprinkling cinnamon
symbols get singed in the skin-
the beginning ends
men in their timberlands
bend in their symbolence
temple of ignorance
tends to be impotent
now insignificant
renders the crystal ship
ripe for the gentlest pistol whip!
and we might give them licorice…
twists of tobacco
then backhoe a dick ripe with syphillis
-this might meet force with resistance, it’s
ripple effects to exploit an old culture
to new ways of thinking but they could just not get the gyst of it!

Sub-species
as if E.T.
found a trail of reeces pieces
and woke up with diabetes.
Inside the beeker is fleet week.
Inside the petri dish is a heat wave
and as each day passes
people beep!
people retreat into castles and caskets.

Keepsakes in memory form
is all that I take with me-
tapping that maple tree.
Gates squeak
as I try to creep
through the threshold of a new golden dawn
golden fawn, baited/trapped
traded for native ass…
everyone’s here, we’ve made it at last
everyone’s here- raise your glass…

Hell hath fury to bury you in a tomb
old natives make it from Peruvian ruins
into New York’s new arctic sharkpit.