All the White Roses of the Sky

and laughs.
Even the demons
become angels unaware
when your job
is the garden to repair.
The white-eyed Moon
like the end
of time in bloom.
The fear of coming
to a beginning,
appears the very
root of sinning.
Greed is a strut
on a plank,
the tiger shark's
mouth so dank.
Take this flower
while you can.
Gaining is losing
and losing is always tea time.
There's mercury in that high hat,
Mr. Rabbit,
all the world is mad,
that is the extent
of the pride of man.
Take this flower
while you can,
I'm getting old
but never will
I get as old
as your wicked trick!
And
truth
will live forever,
you silly prick.
Here is your special blend:
the Lord knows
your end

Are You Finally Awake or Finally Insane (and why it makes no difference) in the End

to weaponize the truth.
I know you will try,
how can one "sell"
authenticity?
to shamed sluts and fetus soap African markets
with bombs qualms that only kill rights,
or to those "I want healthy children not jobs" demographics
a vaccine for believing what you see?
Grim Reaper
to turn reality into death,
I know the most loyal
to your vision
will kill and die
abuse and never find
their souls again,
I will help them,
if given attention and smile,
why not, I'm not proud denial.
to sharpen a flower
with hypodermic genocide,
try to diminish a star drunk sky
white phosphorus
in your Gaza din,
I know you're trying
made of futility,
carry on wayward prodigals
you are that eye
the circle a lie to
could be a vagina
with teeth on the top
of the pyramid reef ants sheep .
Try time into money
and greed into love
you will turn on each other
when push comes to shove.
When the last twist seems poised
to complete your vast disappointment plan
there will come another
because Mother Nature can.

Crying Wolf

Armageddon test runs are wearing you down,
the Slow Apocalypse pierces your fight or flight,
when a wolf cries they taste like chicken little
as you eat your own guess who plays the fiddle?

Epistolary to the Masses

Dear Mass Hypnosis Victims:

All that you think is true is false.
All that you think is false could very well be true.
There is no dark side of the moon, really.
There's a far side.
The dark side moves.
And so can yours.

sincerely,

The Grey Pope

Truth Seeker

There's the ways thing seem,
and the way they are,
and the measure between
is immeasurably far.

You have to lose your mind
to find it, Ginsburg said.

But if you lose your mind
in the factory it was made
don't complain to me,
good intentions paved
me over, but you walk 
to the salt machine
like some kind of long lost
son, expecting a fatted calf,
but eyeing the barrel of the gun.


give them nothing
but noncompliance, defiance, and crossed ties,
skepticism, questions, and scoffing galore,
as they tell you she's from Babylon
but she's no whore.

   coming for you,
with cleansing love magick,
that will take out the eye of Polyphemus.
     sneak out under sheeple
and let you starve 
in your Analogy of a Cave.
And you think power
can't be turned on itself?
The slave rows the ship,
and the Earth may really 
have a shelf
as you're vomited 
from the good Lord's promise,
your ferryman 
with the smile of a raven
will take the reins,
and nothing in the hereafter
will ever cleanse the stains.

 

Endless Shams

Nature is criminalized
and the slaughter
is inevitable,
the fleecing marginalized
all roads to the credible,
truth is sidestepped
by a system
of self-congratulation,
the good old boys
play professional wrestling
in every line
of your computation,
but you too
are their target,
and their own,
the rigging cuts
to the skull and bones.

The Lucky and Insane

Abstraction of a whirling afternoon
considering love by the lunatic stifle
democracy often appears like a deer
at the end of an overseas rifle
the night is a majestic sweep
of glimmering travel destinations
I choose Alpha Centauri
light is a slow crawling suggestion
falling from the heavenly congestion
standing on hind legs and barking names
stepping across folded space
visited by a foreign place.

Latest Instructions

Embrace madness
like an adorable
old relative
who always
answers the complex
before the rest
then descends
into indecipherable
scrambles
all dreams
are bodily
released
reach into the energy
pull it in
construct
your safe place
basics.

Poignant Experience

What is earned in being lost
immeasurable observations
of street people and the pulse
of our human nation beauties
awaiting and wise angry
prognostication hating
dusty streets and outbursts
of public demonstration
the violence of mentally
ill on mentally ill or the police
with their uniformed collateral
one step and one step
the dramas of storefronts
and cafe bloodletting
a table where a conspiracy
forms and the madonna
puts on her horns traffic
sounds like radio wave
battlements where here
appear to be there being
lost is being unfound
take their sick jest
bury it in the unholy ground.

Predestined Bombing Campaign

Eventually the hunger must be fed,
the bowl will be cleaned again,
in the spring the flower dripped venom,
I caught your expression in the drop,
it exploded on Iowa,
our homeless were fed shrapnel,
with tiny bone implant forks,
and the houses that God built,
bent their shadows over the rubble of New York,
floating with a certain neon glow,
as the wind carried all the men away,
and the factories ate the women,
stars festering in the boils,
of the screaming dragon,
condemned to eternal fornication
with the whore of Babylon.

(2002)

Depression Bones

In the the end,
feelings have been picked clean
and the wishbone is cracked
and inspiration returns.

 The ascent of the imagination,
what wide landscapes it reveals,
but when you glide too high again
wheel down into the slough.

 This shall pass
 like the ashes from the bonfire
 lost in the sand,
 a sad twig end in your palm
 making a fist of regret.

Mentor of the winds
 always surpassing, always disappointing,
will I never learn to stop flying too high?
 Will I finally go down
 in a flame from which no phoenix could return?

Baphomet Enters Isis

Isolation desolation on the grimy plate
of the Moon an image of an angry face,
cleanse me of this place, the oddness
is everywhere electronic despair,
eyes of Baphomet line the highways
and they're counting off your days,
Hail Isis, the ring opens forever,
the sound of marching reminds me
of the pulsing of never, this force
that entered into the tissue
of the brain it's evil eternal
unbeatable and insane, strings
of lies fall a ticker tape parade,
a body shape descending on
the bed where he was made,
lanterns carried by floating petals,
the glint of sunlight on heavy metals,
she said oppression and she was right
no one else would admit the sight,
details of tragedy made to order
the back and forth, then the slaughter.

Family of Fascists Makes a Black Sheep Pie

Everything is your fault
including your memories
of abuse, by default,
you are the targetted
individual in this DNA cult,
any complaints will be met
with repeated accusations
that mean nothing at all,
shrilly screamed and backed
up by the psyops on the screen,
the TV screen that covers
all the sins of the military-industrial
regime, and you're all on board,
sheeple turning freethinkers
into black sheep, but you own
things so you're always right,
when someone dies
it means a fight.

The Hobgoblin of Ancestry

Strained out of a loss of judgment
into a world claiming all it creates
shadows rising on the rim unbent
passion tracing nature, loves and hates.

Those without eyes said go on
those without minds agreed
those without mouths dreamed
of screaming while inking the screed.

Why have you come but to bear a name,
knowing no one knows why you came,
lost in the patterns of flame and repair,
only looking back seeing the mirror stare.

Who and how are you meant to please
why does this thought give such unease,
where does your place reside that never was?
And so hide from it always, just because.

We've Only Just Begun to Frack

Water has no rights,
the sea claims
endless fossilites.
Why do the ants
always come to the picnic
when the cloth has been laid
out? We've already begun
to feast and now the tide
is out. And when the tide
comes in the sirens sing
bringing foreigners to wreck.
The multi-nationalist beggars,
hounding the bread makers,
one nation under surveillance
whereby to promote the takers.
Vinyard is a globalist villain
poison the water let's really
make a killin'.
Apache helicopters, heart attack
guns, and drones galore:
socialism for the poor.
Retreat from the country
to the stores, copyrighting
the new consumer after
the old one goes extinct,
the merchant class
sells, lets be succinct.
This is the Hell of Spectacle,
window dressing
for the ebola mannequins,
pull the string
and a doll forgives your sins.
There's many a slip and fall
in the aisles of denial,
clean up your thoughts
and provide service with a smile.
What's that you slipped
into my drink?
It's a secret,
I'm rich.

The Other Oath

The Other Oath

Wars became police actions
and police are ready for war
you remain silent
no rights
Satan's own weathervane
making We the People insane
his cross hairs
and his screens
they comfort me
(were you a virus all along?
with those repetitive dreams
that have slipped
into the actual scenes?)
springtime for humanity
fingerprints everywhere
of the intelligence community
tragedy of tear gas
laughing gas
$6.66 gas
huffing and puffing
the Big Bad Oil 
contaminated population
babies are WMDs
Agenda 21 erases IDs
One Happy Family
Molech crackhead junkie alcoholic
Big Pharma Creative Funding
to murder social conscience
the reality escapes you
sensitive speech,
don't be prejudiced
against the privileged,
FM stickers appear
pyramids and eyes
expect misdeeds and lies
keep your silver and gold
in a safe place
take one down with you
when they give chase...

The Care Department

You are released.
The Care Department
has engulfed the streets.
 The windows
are always crowded with lookers on.
Through the storm, the lighthouse knows my fate
and the knowledge of former alarm sanctified
for an inherited headstone.
What inheritance is there for me? I want nothing
of this currency! It's all fiat, insisting on its majesty.
Propping up paranoia spectacles with partitioned minds,
the blubbery denizens who chose to hide,
in the cages that tell you you are free
or armed to the teeth
ready to get fucked by democracy.

The Motel of Millipedes

Inches march around
discretely measuring out
your steps an army
of purposeful loners
you are exhausted so
exhausted that you feel
your soul groaning
knowing it was duped
into thinking that this
was the afterlife it came
here expecting some
reward and now it must
find quarters for the laundry
the horizon rushes
away from you
and millipedes with equal
effectiveness but is overtaken
by the Sun repeatedly
the millipedes overtake
you as you wake from a dream
of being driven back
to the garden by a snake
Eve never shuts up
about you
even since I bit her
there are worms
murmuring under
the headstone
25 Cents Per Load of Bones
death therapy
should be free you complain
but this is false
those complaints
never went away
the phantom limbs of the mind
will hush into staggering nothing
only after you let them
endless mornings later
brush up against your slowly
possessed body
as they will
they will
you finally know
the value of a quarter
here at the Motel of Millipedes

The Daily Beheading

place head in TV
await blade
repeat

Aliens Running the Trains on Time

They picked our signal up
immediately on folded transmission
and They weren't into it
that much until one
of Them heard Lennon
proclaim "Nothing's gonna
change my world" and said
to Them-self "That's what
tHEY think!" since then
the Earth has been under
remote control by a Nazi
They in another star system
(it's actually pretty close
and invisible to everyone
except David Icke)
that rock They put there
to roll you up the hill
so that shadow
would like so squint
and then mosquito
and this Them means business
you guys will just follow
orders, all right, and apply
the pain by Milgrams
to the innocent
and expect a medal
gee, look I'm beating
a manatee baby
about the head and neck
yep yep I wanna raise,
But that's just what I'm
saying! and I can't
be trusted I don't even
intend a black
guy must be a liberal
repaying student loans
in fact I have guns
like a million eyes
everything that goes
up must come down
They have given up
on me and now all
they slither as they pass
the easily controlled
have to cavort and scheme
every time I point
at Their plan and laugh
inciting and inviting me
and pretty soon it'll
be obvious to everyone
I'm not really amused
behind my poker smirk
they'll kill me anyway,
probably during Happy Hour,
dammit.