After one minute of talking to matt acid
you could tell he had bad habits
Now I’m feeling all fucked up, just from listening…

It’s a brave new world, merry christening- minus the christ.

Louisiana rice patties/creole town- cajun delight.
Take a knife, carve a slice of fresh culture
If you drop your catfish, I’ll become a vulture. An eagle.
A scavenger average amateur fisherman, crab-catcher, seagull
Alabaster stone handle to back stab the evil
that won’t show it’s face but controls all the people

You can’t cage my soul, see- my spirit will always be free!

Lou-eee-zee-anna…

My camera is full, it starts throwing up family photos,
It wants all the shots of the bayou.

If people took their hobbies a little more serious
this world would be a much more progressive petri dish.

Society has separated our drive from our drive to work.

A labyrinth, a maze
Absinthe and grain
Acid rain drained from a scorpions vein.

Ashes to ashes, supporting a name brand
corporate forests get torched by my ape hands
fourth quarter profits get wrapped in ace bandages

Ken Lay will rise from the dead to make sandwiches!

The moon was so full that it spilled,
Like oil through water down blueberry hill.
Millionaires feel that if they have the bills,
First dibs, cage the poor and pitch advil.

…and if it’s a cure?

No one on earth really seems to be sure
but a 1 percent herd
rides the back of tequila worms,
out of old money and into the new…

God’s log cabin to search for the goddess perfume.

Under a mango tree, it is I, it is me
one hundred and fifty feet over the sea
the clouds overhead look like Disney cartoons.
Beluga whales dive to the bottom to dodge the harpoons.

Some say whale bones, too, were a cure
-doesn’t make sense to the poorest of poor in this third world war
Overhead, stars in a river of milk
The orange of Mars wraps Ganesh up in silk

The door hinges squeak when I squeegee perception
The big easy sleeps in a teepee, it bleeds of injections
..Fema will bring the syringes
So, all I could say is “benign or malignant?”

Scorpions riding on jellyfish under the moon was so full that it spilled!..
Like water through oil down blueberry hill.

You were born with a glittering techno helmet
As I shuffle through dead leaves
It’s a wafting smell of a kick drum
On the dance floor, trance or electronic sonnet
Me- bong hit. You- on it.
Haley’s comet inside me so strong, I feel vomit
Steel tonic martini or strawberry daquiri, exactly
How many elephant seals could I squeeze through
In this room to get to you?
Exit moon… stars fade.
Kiss breath trails through a penny arcade
You dance on a skeeball lane, it’s so sweet sixteen.

A fondue memory, getting a drivers permit on a wintergreen saturday…
You being five, I, nine, lands four sides between us
Exit sun… enter Saturn with seafoam green Venus comes cabernet waves…
My teenage years get sent to their grave.
One thousand eyes stare at the king of all yesterdays.

Rhythmless, more like a robot
4th grade photograph lazer beams glow hot
peel off the background, follow you everywhere
Techno explodes like a lymph node, dance to the cancer
Cherry-picked buffalo stance and my hands hurt
from holding up walls in the dance hall.

Transcendence turns rancid, oxidized out of the sanscrit

I glance at it… My memories, no matter how fond or how vile
determines the strength of the hand on the radio’s dial
My mile long tornado is day glo in your blacklite afterlife
My station is interlocked sun rays… A.M.
My mornings of storm and dance pulls the magnetic wavelength from desert rocks.
Autumn falls, leaves rustle… my beat never drops on your helmet.
Strept throat, choking on mixtape techno repellent.

MENTAL ELEPHANT SEAL METAPHORS ARE FLORAL BOUQUETS FROM MY HIGH SCHOOL HEY-DAY.

In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by strip malls…
they’re in the middle of nowhere, too.
We’re in this together- no, that isn’t true.
“I was blind, now I see!” “I was blind, now I see!”
I believe some go to jail to get free (just not me)
Invisible bars for your hometown, trapped in a box…
Locked. Who’s got the key?…
It’s a big-screen production for all those affected
but most of us just let it be.
We start staring at screens, stop going to sleep.
going nowhere, can’t sit still though…
My whole world could change with a flip of my pillow.

A cool, blank page for dreams on the other side
tumble-dry summertime as butterflies flutter by
tongue tied, I run and hide under a rumbling thunder-filled sky
spilled sighs from another mind’s eye
It’s so loud, it’s a deafening chorus from 5 billion angels at one time
keeps clinbing higher in pitch- I go blind from it…
Earth cracks open, in 2 seconds becomes a black eggshell.

Was there life on Myrrh?
-That’s what they all want to know
being three stones throw from the fire
Inside of a mathematic code
asthmatic mold
black gold. Pyroclastic flow
puts the wires together…

Dreams jump start this universe, feather tornadoes.

swim upstream, float onto the stage
I stutter on beauty, makes me a bird brain
god gave me word games
It heard I had moved worlds away
from the herd, I should stay…

I just saw a mermaid.

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.

I don’t have time to write as I would like but wanted to say thank you to my man Pat from Glendale, AZ and his girl Ginelle (hope I spelt that right) for taking me and my brother in and being more than kind, had a great time, beer… cloned females at the tough guy bar… also… Go to Jerome AZ, so much fun- look it up yourself, thanks to John at the Connor Hotel for giving us the most amazing room for dirt cheap… Also to brothers Marc(k?) and Jim for getting us drunk and kicked out of the Spirit Room! They’re making the younger generations look like slough… The Applesauce Teahouse in Flagstaff, AZ for having a kickass audience and tremendous personalities on the mic… I miss Jersey City… Arthouse…RockSoup Studios… Sarah… my mom…Big huge thank you to Ryan in Mills Valley in Cali for giving us his apartment for three days and we played with purple flowers and made a lasagna, watched movies and got waterlogged… Big Sur… all the animals we’ve encountered who let us hang with them… Also to my cousin, Allison and her man, Caleb for giving us the floor, the roof and the cozy home-mini family reunion… Amanda and Amanda in smoky Arcata, CA… the greatest… you guys are so much fun and thank you for letting me be a bear, it’s great to meet individuals like yourselves who know the way of the walk, whenever I settle down, you have a place to stay… Library is shutting down on me… Off to Hawaii… Honolulu, Oahu, Kuau’i, (however you spell it) Maui and every rain forest I could get soaked in… Dennis, Melanie, Kristin, Levi… don’t let me be a bad influence… Library is shutting its lights… GOODNIGHT!