These birds can’t fly
they’re too big for the sky
and the mechanical hide
that gives order to all thats inside
is beginning to rust…

orange sunshine and salt water air
paints the crown on king tut
but his nail polish melted
…bang nails through Elvis
mechanical birds wheel though Memphis
We stand by electric eel fences
To watch culture shock value- hordes left defenseless…

airplanes, take them away.
Too much social decay…
I’m a vampire dentist
I need to chip ivory
words become birds… Let ‘em fly.