Mouthful Of Hell
Bite-sized portions
In the mouth of a man,
Nauseated inside and out.
No consuling dirrahetics out there
Consultations going down in lairs
Privitized lives
Explosive eyes
Politicized
Disguised
No utopia
No hopes for a Xanadu
Society bit off a piece of phobia
It couldn't chew
Credo
I never knew
Never grew up well
Grew tall
Never grew up right
Grew wise
Went out of sight
Of any bright foreboding
Light.
She abides
But still despises
All the liars set up
High in their secure, showering, suckering, cowering
thrown.
..If only it'd be needed
But not one is looking
All got their heads underground
With values, Souls,
Sins, too.
No one exists.
Every doubting do-nothing
Acts as enemy to oneself along with everyone else...
Hostile Home Detraction
Of any possible peace
That could be.
To choke on hope
And breathe
Again
And again,
And again.
-Not so pretty under the sea
Man made an Orcha cry.
Brown skin, dirty little hands, cloaked in rags, saints for corporations
Washing the feet of others
Just so their's don't get cut off.
Nothing's pretty about
Your plastic trinkets
No shine could make up for this kind of desertion,
Bias crimes
Take over the skylines
There's nothing
Else to see no more.
'Cept for everything
That we are killing
And feeding.
Luke warm water
It's just good enough
Good enough to be diseased.
Cool hand Luke never did puke, and I hope I never do again.
(Suffering succotash sashaying,
Cascading,
Caught in your esophagus
No one really says much about pus.)
Mouthful of hell
No well can wash it down.
Air it out,
Leave this town.
Cavitities of infected,
Unfed demons.
Canaries doing the chloroform rag..
Don't desensitize
You know it's right on time.
Nieve fuzz fogs
Poor ears
Tear gas tears
What a gas we'll have as
We ash together,
Neighboring cinders
Indomitable spirit dust lingers
Eyes are choking
And choking
Cold crushing current
Clogs her lead-wind-pipe
Who are we to think not of Hiroshema's consequences,
Instead to delight in what she bore?
Gaining nothing true from before.
Pretty soon, it'll seem
The aforetime-for-action
Was here and long gone..
History repeats
History repeats itelf
Itself keeps breeding
Stupid children
Congress never was
Run
By lovers.
Truth-seekers, warriors, strong argument holders
All get run out of town and down,
Way
down
To the last bar in Tuscalusa?
And past.
Nowhere knows where anyone
Goes.
And if it did, it wouldn't say.
Doesn't matter,
Until we accept that
Each day is doomsday.
It'll be okay, if we love eachother too.
When so many appear
Not to know what it means.
My concience screams
Takes a mean, mean
Plate
To whip this meal into shape.
To pith us as morbid, unfavorable parasite-contaminated cattle
Veal is a steal in the black marketed Health Curse
System Intolerance Disease.
The one who doesn't move suffocates in the cacoon.
What are we but beasts and doggies?
Hot Earth
Coal fueled engine
I am a coal fueled engine.
We are a coal fueled engine.
Burning out of itself
Please,
Please.
Don't make me bleed.
Make me bleed some more.
Oh, tell me where does it all lead?
From here?
No places presenting themselves
Except a strange island
Off the coast
Of someplace nice..
Where it's humid
Cloaked in sea
Clear blue liquid, lupid?
Downed in less constant
Precipitation than
The States.
Where sun comes
And doesn't
Leave for nine months or more.
Abysm asylum
Sly snake slithered
Turn the stray around,
Astray.
Abusive vuluptuary intent,
Real keen on screwing over the underdog, this breed. But that's okay I don't plan on running that way.
To obtain what you don't know.
It's a cause for investigation.
B