chemical backlash twinkles through the branches of Afghanistan
spiraling embers under those phosphorescent clouds
a 2 for 1 poppy seed avalanche
Black Elk speaks but no one hears him now
Black Elk- go talk to the cows!
hard mountain, soft purple clouds
torn apart by hands
over goats in Afghanistan
from a distance, watch people inhale the depleted uranium
jumping like clowns from their birthday suits
as their faces bob like sunflowers after the milk
I could patch up the poppies with stilts.
Did I say patch?
-I mean perforate…
USA doperunner!!
Indian burns over stone villages
a 60 year old with stone forearms
begrudgingly nudges through war
with a harness
clasped in his cement jaw
gnawing his world free
only the thought of his dead wife
will expose his pearl teeth
and I want his autograph…
we could now throw fistfulls of jewels, it means nothing.
sitting there, smearing the sun in our flesh
has it sunk in yet?
that this is it…
this is your life?
as we’re sleeping our father is
tiptoeing into the homes of our neighbors
and taping them down to their bedposts…
put on the tv…
out on the street, everything’s fine…
he went back the next night
to take out all their eyes.
rob the world blind
remove the spine
and we’ll bark at each other when one of us gets out of line.
aahhh… your satellite dish
you walk up to it like a kitten
you’re obviously smitten
with it. kiss it. dip shit.
lets take our collective face and glue it
like suction cup lips to the screen
and fuck music
it used to be a tool we would use
now it uses us
to go out and buy products…
spend it on this and that, keep us distracted
counterproductive
but nevermind, get up and roll with the punches.
so, somebody has to say something, for certain.
they must be assertive…
just not me, I’m busy
watching the wizardry
locked into myself, I’m the greatest
my friends become agents…
4 star major distraction
postulates in front of a hologram
senate floor- Ha!
…they want war…
under their roof, when they loosen their jaws
pure evil, their words melt door stops
free trade swings open
we invade for resources
leave when its broken
but I got like 3 thousand dollars in weed- i keep tokin’.
nothing else matters, we all got our potion.
the country we live in has left the world hopeless
so lets open this for discussion
Behold! hocus pocus…
the government heels when we pull on the yoke, its
been sitting here…
buried in sediments…
pick it up.
dust it off.
lets stop the next fucking holocaust.
