I drew a gun on the page
lifting it up, I think it’s a 12 gauge
wet ink runs down my arm
arcade in the background
bright lights flashing
ferris wheel spins in the sky, grabbed a napkin
soaked up some black ink under the sleeve of my jacket
then squeezed on eve’s casket.

when words connect correctly,
they become birds or they become weaponry.

heavy artillery, matted down, feathery.

Ted Turners Gettysburg address
left Hank Aaron in a headdress…
Build a stadium around him!
Hank fired the first shot
through Babe Ruth’s forehead
Babe spun in circles
as a shaft of light
shined through his inner eye,
spinning in circles
casting a light upon
all in the audience
Hank rounds the diamond,
some call it a blood stone.
He turns third and runs home.
Blacks and whites join and use grey cells!!

I am a father to my father
my father is now a child as I look upon him with
wonder and bewilderment as he makes his next move.
I am a father to a child who at one time, I called father.
I sent my mother father’s day cards until I realized
every day I am walking, breathing and communicating,
it is her day…
I do not participate in pastimes and national holidays,
in some ways I am just like my father
but I have no children and no wife to look after and provide for.
… So I declare myself free.
I have made peace so now I sit back and watch
as my father scribbles on the wall with a syringe.
I am a father to a child who at one time, I called father.

The sun is shining down on the liquor store…
The sun is shining down on the liquor store…

here it comes, here comes the sun
the ice is defrosting, the awning is dripping
musicians jump out of a van of equipment
the bums started skipping for whiskey…
they whip up some change for a fifth and get tipsy,
get wasted,
go face down to the pavement.
the sun is shining down on the liquor store…
the liquor starts shining and melts the relationships.
Darwin comes out when I’m drunk to debate the creationists.

my dusty tree grew from pollen and seed
what are you more thankful for, flowers or bees?
it doesn’t matter if it’s hourly or salary,
the ponzi was erected to devour me.
(the pyramid!!)

we’re blessed with sight
which doesn’t mean
that the power to see
is something that comes
with vision automatically.

it isn’t easy
it is hard to be free
when the buildings we live in are
tombstones for graveyards from slavery.

politicians can’t hack it…
turn off the tv, if you want entertainment-take acid
and fake a lake placid, relax…
they make havoc, we patch it.

The 23 degree axis will be 44
if they really want war with the artist.
top heavy, steady hand…
that pen is a gun and it can’t stand alone.
in the art of war,
war is a poem
and I’m rambo.

we’re on the green revolution!

corporations blame me for pollution
like I’m making bombs
or decoding solutions for exxon
to increase the profits
fistfull’s of oil whenever I reach in my pockets

squid trails…

we the people get fined
if they find
a glass bottle of wine in the garbage-
recycle!!

billionaire ball teams
get stadiums every ten years-
it’s delightful!

I don’t take a private jet-
subway or bus pass…

I won’t take the heat for the heat
so fuck that!

…common sense has to sharpen the axe
and get ready to splinter and ash an international carbon tax.

(Here’s a big fat fuck you! to Al Gore and every other criminal gearing us up for the rape of a millenium.
If anybody out there has the attention span to read this, do some research- we need to wake up.
2008 was the coldest in five years, sea ice has increased the most since 1979, the first year recorded…
for all of the hype we hear of global warming, there are thousands of scientists and meteorologists who dispute these claims.
there is an agenda and the elite need more money, hence the carbon tax… they will try to impose an
international carbon tax on every single individual that walks the planet while corporations such as al gore
travel and live in decadence. problem. reaction. solution.)

man has no one to point fingers at anymore
man no longer has fingers
all he has left is two palm trees
so throw them up in the air
sway in the breeze

everyones gandhi
lets get the salt

numbers run everything
digits are everywhere,
pointing at fault.

looking for someone to blame
’til our fingers fall off…

We are stuck in a bible library
who wants to break the biblical code?
unlock and let go, open- a centerfold…
if you truly love something, set it free
lets lose religion, we’ll sit back and see
if your idea of god is the one true deity
let it all go…
if it is true,
your messiah will come back for you.

rivers of gold
shimmering cities that glow…
a robot will hold my head
when I feel dead, or I just want to die…
watching the crimson blood tornado inside
I watch the blood spiral and slide down the stream,
fade into gold as I fade in and out of this dream.

magnetic waves run right through the city.
a hot silver streak and we speak in loose change.
president heads roll out of my mouth,
tongues metallic from mercury toothaches.

trying to dig out the liquid god
dying inside from this drooling mirage
every tool the garage has in it
has spent a few minutes
inside of the hole
that takes in the gold
spits out the black mold
when I do what I’m told.

chiseling, i chip ivory- spit ivory tusks
into the gut of Mao Tse-tung
my tongue flings golden rainbows
when the mercury’s pulled by the magnetic wave,
sway the golden grain. go, blow volcano!

lava rock..
on top of the lava rock
give it girth, give it earth
give it green, grow the grass, burst the fern,
minerals churn underground.
crystallized visions with stimuli being from sound
now life starts to take shape

gems underground get to grow when the gates close
… get to stick in the hair of the goddess
these gem will then power all objects
that feel that attraction…
along the way, something has happened
when it’s open, we cap it.
whatever is in, they extract it
splash it around, pave the ground
get the gold safe and sound
get it home, left alone
build a poem and the poets burn bridges…
take the ash from the aftermath, pack an urn with it.

as the world turns, grab the digits
badminton, paddling rocketship shuttlecocks
pockets are donkey ears
after the new golden age…
after it’s gone and the gold coats the road rage
victims get coated and frozen
on high speed modems and cocaine.

below the surface all tome’s are thrown in the shade
stitched a poem through the home of the brave
but with a cold blade, a serrated knife
that tore a slice through the fabric of life.

… we need to make holes so the light can shine through.
it feels as if everyone has been blinded by design
but the federal reserve is inside of our minds
if we truly want wealth, we should speak what’s inside
so just open your mouth, let it shine!

so, essentially cannibals
crawled from the amazon
civilized animals, flipping through L.L. Bean catalogs…
to live in this analog world
where god twirls a finger,
the batter-
puts red swirls in saturn
I climb to the moon
on my DNA ladder.
Aliens take over the sky…