white man. white land. white noise. man creates static.
whatever man wants, he can have it…
the madness of manhattan, the calm of kauai
so wherever he is, he’ll get greedy for money
mud on the inside, shell of a smiley face…

racist slur. back. words.
the matrix. the mass manufactured race towards this tasteless pasteur
a faceless fat bastard wakes to escape this disaster.

…create fake and false ties
throws salt in your eyes
if you cross some line that society drew in the sand
so now whats left to do except die with that gun in your hand?
make a ball with your colorful rubberbands?

Bounce It!!
you’ve felt inspired before
so now how about war
wanna spar
with a cannibal abattoir?

steel vehicle travels through waves
electric arcade
a new wake held at edisons grave
and the day that the tv was made
was a room full of rich men- bear hugs and handshakes.

art is a hand grenade
if you demand more
than usurping the bones of a dinosaur/pancakes
with monsanto land o lakes butter
that lampshade should not be your hat
you’re much brighter than that- I could stutter.

on a red lake, nothing but cardinals,
mars overhead and the blood in my veins… wake up!
see red…
my heat guns a blossoming peach pit- I’m dead
if the ink in my pen doesn’t enlarge the picture times ten.

lime gems- maybe emeralds
maybe they’re chemical cinders
spun from the mouth of a general…
maybe its war for beginners
or maybe ephemeral solids from biblical gel
that has hardened through time, who could tell?

Anyway… what about dinner?
what should we do?
have you put any thought into food?
have you put any food in your mouth?
did you flick on tube, put on ABC news
and get spoon fed some lies by a mouse with white gloves?

A film crew lurking in the bushes
hollywood can’t supply enough horses
you cant trap my freedom and call it reality
weddings turn into divorces…
my love and my life are the same.
we shrugged off the industry
trying to hijack the sleigh
and turn snow to cocaine.