Archive for November, 2018

The Power Of No Thing

Underarms don’t stink because The owners of them think About today, who maybe drinks From the dankest, hairy sink? And then they drop a little color In the water. The table’s set for someone, Perhaps you. The clerk waits to serve someone, Could be you. The lottery spoiled someone. The gunman shot at someone. The […]

Only You Can Prevent Random

When this light flashed two times, He touched that. When that bar spun like this, He tapped that. Then a chime would sound and He’d turn around and There he found a young man Had brought cashola. It was time for holy moly! Now he was in casholi! But feed the lights he must. Feed […]

They Took The Smartest Ones First

They grabbed him by his Ipad. Dashed his brains out on a website. He’d sleep the sleep of the undead. And he starts this big sleep tonight. He got a rupture in his noggin. He clapped when the others clapped. He’d repeat way to go bud! And he too, slapped their backs. Flew that flag […]

Never Not Being Fooled

World War One wasn’t world war one. World War Two was War Two Thousand. Human noses used to plough sand. Sand that won’t even stay around ‘Til tomorrow. So save that sorrow and Look above the beach. Its within your reach. To see through their speech. When they lay their wreaths That they ain’t paid […]

Whoa Motherfucker! They Said To Me!

They always said whoa to me. They said; Whoa behind my back. Said whoa, Without us, You’re facked. Said we ain’t helpin’ none You’re cracked. Said go ahead jumpin’ to it, You’re backed. Said I ain’t leave no trace. I ain’t need no base. Said me? I am yo face! Said you, I can’t displace […]

If You Turn Sixty

You better watch your mouth Cause shit heads south In a heartbeat. No retreat, In defeat. Cause you’ll meet A monster. It’s you sir. Or mad dam. You had ’em. But what’s that? You’ve had enough? Now you talk tough or Maybe, for you, It’s nap time.    

Once You Learn To Spot A Bag Pilot

See that thing You can’t unsee. Wherever you look, There it be. Occasionally wishing you Did not see it. That’d be freedom! To not see them. And not be one… The flashes fade. If you behave… Keep your blinds drawn. With what you sawn. Sure don’t belong. On your front lawn. Better not project it.