the fluid of language flows
when touched by bacchus
to blame it on
commoner status is probably right.

no shame for perceived rat
but bat to window
glass smash
same


weak words in context of
white hand
bland phonemes
on false
bottom
white boad

punching in lines on bourgeois
livetext electrotype
false intelligence sprawled on
pink screen of blue false eye
invisible metacogformer on lap dance legacy
lift invisible prism sounds
to light speed
pitches
r o y g b i v
captured seismic card throw
lame fingered typing
but of course
sealed to reference of cyber living
not awake
atoms of pleather bound text

punching artificial fake
nothing like graphemes to pulp
differenr liar
more real
alghren rears his ugly face
no white space
nothing spelled write

soulpaws entered into cybernetic
forget those pretenious things
sprout red bhopal wings
common reference in the floetry
glitch in the masonry
not another brick in capital walls
I'm the shit in the stable stalls
drinking champagne when the fifth
candle falls

cheap wine and cigarettes
cheap press buying lines of
porn line
the more I drink the more I ryhme
time after time
songs come on
and
I
bad wish
fish but not bread

holy ghosts float above my head
dead to the world
no one gonna find me
hid behind italian pine tree
blessed with amerin mind see
cant be
what i told everyone
becaause the apocolyptic sun
is rising in distant west
the failure of your vision quests
like pests on the seventh day
has no way of infecting
true mind
and lyric
like steric acid on an artificial wound
sound is rewound
to make a tight bandage
wrapped around a an appendage injury
caused round after around
of sound
artillery

fake speech made by working man.
presidential wheeze
as the people please
the beckons of cough sneeze

please, ladies and gentlemen
I don't want to be gunned down
because the people already frown
and this town
is ready to explode
not a fuckin nigga
but the one white boy that could
say the absurd

slave hand scrawled of zuckerbergs stolen waste
another canned
ham
no plan to pull up from nose dive
but strive like my
hood friends
all thos divedends paid out across
galatiic infinitum
infinte madness and underscored
anglophonic notions
tied to compulasoy finger strokes
to take oaths of intelligent demeanor
store fake braveheart in
false prophets
of
static waste upon
plains
and
praire Earth.

Washed out portrait of whore saint
across hydrocarbon overpass
to jovian novelty

the room posits light
of golden berm to highs of
kharmic bliss
i
stark contrast

this will be my world.
false fake flag on pancake drive
fabricated false profit imagery


repition is good.
no sense when the stars align
commies time
left wind touch down
mother frowns because baby
did a bad bad thing.

the sting is bitter and sharp
harp of Demeter
forced english pentameter
but it happens
weapons
of
mass
destruction

I need a place to rant and rave
depraved as I am
labeled by the quantum large
disbarged to ancient cliffs of sanities ledge
wedege in hectors thigh
spear through lung
mung hatred on ancient vespuccian shores
not happy here
like racist cape fear
lodged between
somesort of humanity and bioplitical privelege
new words forge absent context on
mishapen tele-elctrotype
proto language on black face
white fake texts

Pax Americana :: WIP

Tongue to teeth equates unquivered
arrow set in lover's heart, ratted
fletching--in this instance--makes
marks easier to hone from
the unwalkable distance of mind
that separates warring tyrants
of multitrope ancestry.
Southern crossed stars
of ancestral homeland beckons
the reprogrammed to the comforts
of false Edens prophesized
by those who have not indulged
themselves wholly in
another gardeners orchard.
The fruit as ripe but
trees half as old tapped
for their sweet sap
then razed by their oathspoken
steward with a two faced
grin, recollecting with giddy
self-importance the day she stood
with Nero
watching what was but a
whisper suckled
by shewolf,
glowchar and crackle.
To embers, man's dream of
ordered Nature and paved
inroads to sonnets of
self-important desire.

Untitled From Notebook #5 :: WIP

death merchant
caught in Thailand
for atrocities perpetuated
in far off lands of
brown skinned peoples,
away from now Anglo shores
heisted from first people
in bloodtrinkets and
smallpox.
Cultural psyche scarred
by rape of Powatan's
princess
four centuries prior to
this moment
of
timespace condensed to
instant sponteneity
of unplotted texts and portraits
based on
postmodern Artistic ambitions
weighted by commercial
necessity
and
empty, material sadness.

Untitled From Notebook #4 :: WIP

High plained son,
of converted tribes.
Chopped mourning hair, brown
and "intense" eyes
focusing in bleached air
on mirages of an authentic life
in an American context.
Poly carbonate UV protection
sepiatones events captured and stored
on neural networks to
be reproduced by false
speaking tongues
torn from
their roots by zealots of humanism.
Black chasm progenerator
of muted phonemes.

Untitled From Notebook #3 :: WIP

Ethanol clouded thought
bubbles burst
on the points of
contention and
miscommunicated
atonal heart strings
strummed for unknown
reasons.