Earth is a cold stone
a hole in an eagle
a hole in the ozone
and al gore gets double the sno cone…

as we roll over
behold the blow,
hold it…
for he who has bestowed the plight of our new cause
needs oil to open his lock jaw,
linoleum, cold-
like a credit card, scolding my future

corrosion has coated
my commodore score
in this touchscreen dream,
now the rooster will crow…
when you’re dying for sleep,
the computer will fold…
when you’re needing the truth
and you don’t even know it
-we’re coated, like cables
in webs to spin fables…
sped up the heartbeat, tuned to the newscast
so what if the west likes to chew fast?

we moooo in a blackout
my living room carpet is bluegrass.