That’s Not How Wars Are Fought

The headline hit him like a ton of bricks.

You are not in uniform, you gotta be sick.

Sick if you think you can win this alone.

Sick if you think you can fight from your home.

Better change your tone.

Quell a little groan.

Losing the battle of words.

Praise Be To The Gibberish Tree

Are you fucking kidding?

What did you hear?

That made you dear

To ideas so damn crazy?

Buddy, are you hazy?

It’s a big damn storm

You’re so forlorn

A breeze blow you away.

Buddy don’t stray.

Says hey let’s play!

And we do, so starts this game.

They Don’t Come From The Front

These creeps.

These creeping reaps.

These won’t leave you be

Cause you plainly see

Tomorrow filled with shitstorm,

Don’t adjourn

We are breaking free…


Stings like heaven

On a sunburned day.

Feels like a feeling

He can’t say.

All he hopes is

The feeling don’t fade

He’s got a deep down hunger.

A yearning so bad he wonders

Could this be real?

Is it okay to feel

So much joy

When you know

Oh boy!

This is gonna hurt like a bugger!

Fifty-Two Factoral

No idea he was both knees deep.

Wading through a shit storm

Whirlwind creep

Like nobody noticed

We are freaks

And sandbars are unmarked here.

He Said Don’t Call Me Boy Boy

Confused, he was

And not because

There was no way else to be.

He could but would not see.

There was shit afoot

And it did not look good

Like right now was hooded

In the cloak of history

Iced with mystery

Of why shit is like it is.

Maybe he got no biz.

Asking bout the master plan.

Dude’s just an also ran.

He got no say in forever.

We Come In Crying

Or get smacked if we don’t.

Time Killers

Never before saw a never before

And shit hit more than fan.

Bent because it can.

Don’t end where began.

It’s a big damn deal

Even if you feel

It’s not.

It’s all good, yay!

God Save The King

Only two guys in the wheelhouse.

Driving us by the stars.

Hollering lines of longitude

And orbital direction to Mars.


Take a hike to Hollywood?

Where nobody lives for certain?

Maybe pull back that curtain?

See that viscosity

In the hostility

And how it creeps so slow?

See where it’s gonna flow?

Maybe you don’t but doh!

Get out da way boi!

Listen to joy boy!

You gonna break yo’ stride!

Forever Alone But Wait No

He was by himself.

They were, too.

Friends for sure but not close to

Each other, the other

Was only words.

And noises heard from

A shiny, flat teller.

Where the heller?

Is it now, because,

He was lost!

That thing cost

His whole life!

That’s right!

Living in a missing flat thing.

A Mass Formation Deserter

Shot him point blank.

His name was Frank.

Bro of old Yella Hair.

But Yella couldn’t care

Cause Yella wasn’t there

He wasn’t Yella Hair

When he weren’t there.

He was in The Nethers.

The Oh Whatevers.

Miles, a million miles

From Little Bighorn.

No, Yella’s forlorn.

See, Yella’s met his maker.

That Yella haired risk taker.

Ya, Yella meets his maker

Every day.

They Had A Big Light

So bright the fright

That any light shadowed

The dark to come.

Like light had come undone.

Broke into only one.

One avenue broke into two.

Like two is just enough.

On With The Show, This Is IT!

Buddy woke up

Sitting in his chair.

Well, it wasn’t his chair but he was there.

There in a chair in a room so bare

That the hair

On his neck noticed too.

Nothing he could do.

Buddy strapped in for

The show to begin

And it did tho it showed only one.

One scary moo-vie.

He felt so behooved, he

Re-moo-ved his head set.

Holy cow, did he get

One hella surprise!

Gee, look at them skies!

Not falling, not falling at all!

A Real Bad Case Of Alone Sickness

He hollered LEAVE ME BE!

There was no one to see

Who or what was bugging him.

It wasn’t out buggery.

More inner thuggery.

Thoughts beat his brain.

A wee bit insane.

Nothing to gain

By compliance.

But reliance.

Reliance on the new God.

Thinking was the old job.

His new God will now think for him.

Your Two Big Convoys

Real ugly green

On some big trucks.

Blue, red and black trucks

Give no fucks.

They see a problem

We be hobblin

Us, if we don’t act fast.

Don’t think about the past.

We believe in

You deceiving

The sleeping just awakened.

War Sweet War

It was a battle all right.

Each and every night

His moral code took flight.

It flew right outa sight.

Dove through the bleakest plight,

But it was still alright,

Cause they were winning.

They Do

They can drop the water

From the sky.

They can dry a teardrop from your eye.

They can burn you out.

They can make you fry.

They can create fear.

They can make you cry.

Don’t you wonder why

They do?

Civil Society Actors

On the six o’clock news.

His work buddy’s views.

Opinions he will choose

What to think.

Take a drink

Of the koolaid.

Hey look pally, they made

Your favorite flavour!

So come on bud, savor

What you want,

What you flaunt,

And you know it.

The Unconscious Addict

Fuck, buddy was ripped.

Flipped right over to an ill equipped,

Can’t help out cause he don’t know shit.

And he don’t know he don’t know shit.


Buddy had enough of it.

Gonna be a good man.

Big man.

Grand slam.

Buddy bringin’ home Dat Bacon.

Sept now the bringin’ takes achin’.

Something like home sickness.

Buddy knows he’s really in this

Shit soup on his own.

Better leave him alone.

Buddy’s got that look.

And Breath As Sweet As Meth

Jesus loves a good neighbor.

Buddy watch my wife.

Shows her that he’s watching and

How to hold a knife.

Knew it wasn’t right


Circumstances and want advances

He hadda go to work.

She stayed near that jerk.

So he partied with him

Beers and fire,

Drinks and a sweet hoot

Whose the wiser?

Burning bodies by the fire.

In his imagination?

Logic on vacation…?!

Buddy was trying to hook he.

Maybe sneak a little nookie.

With his wife, so kookie.

Burnin’ bodies with sweet smoke.

Torch that life with every toke.

Who remembers what it took

For the sweet to sour

And on the hour

A salt comes by to play.

There’s A Very Good Chance There’s None

There was rigging in the game.

What? You didn’t see it?!

It is not the friggin same.

You didn’t hear the lie flip?

They’re playing us like marks.

That dog that doesn’t bark, then

Ignites shreds igniting dread.

So now you’re paying attention!

But still you will not mention,

Someone shat your pants.

The ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT Loosh Buffet

Oh, it was NICE!

Have a lip smacking slice

Piece of cake don’t think twice

Just fill your plate.

Oooh, the hate!

Pain so great!

They took the bait and

Look, they made some anger and guilt!

The sores that they built!

Sorrow heavenly high

And praise to that pie!

Brimming with Oh God Why?!

Delicious as vicious can be!

Saw Monsters Dressed Like Human

A boy ran over his grand ma-ma.

Fetched his horse an he ran her down.

A boy ran over his grand ma-ma.

He was a boy, a boy… a boy.

A son struck his father in an arr-gu-ment.

It was a family fight.

Neither man was right.

It was a son who hit his father

And tho he shouldn’t ought to

It was his son, his son… his son.

A woman loves law and order.

She trains and she loves orders.

She becomes a police

Because, here, at least

SHE can give the orders!

And follows the ones she wants to.

And maybe, if you don’t follow…

She’ll run right over you on her horse.

Maybe jab a stick to your ribs, of course,

You must qualify for her wrath.

You and your walker block her path.

And she’s a cop, she’s a cop… a cop!

And Without Distraction, No Magik.

They were rabbit stuffers.

Stuffing rabbits in hats.

Rabbits popped out

They said imagine that!

Beggar pulled a rabbit

Right out his hat!

A few of them knew

What magicians can’t do.

They can’t pull a rabbit

Out their ass.

For Real

Information highway.

The meta Metaverse.

All the same as the best real life.

Only maybe, possibly, worse.

Just A Little Somethin’ To Tolerate

Strapped to a wall with

No damn fall



Takes a big faller who ain’t

Too taller

To ask which way is up?

They all just answered yup!

Yup to whaters?

Yup to what fer?

Who gonna clean dis up?

Sitting Bull Was A Great Leader So The Indian Police Killed Him

The old guy weren’t no dummy.

He could see around the bend.

They pushed him hard and

They pushed him far but

The old guy could always win.

Defensive tactics.

So outsmarting.

Haters want him soon departing.

He won’t bend his knee.

Before the Little Big Horn could see.

For their future to be free.

He must outrun the white man.

Skippin fights cause he can

Run smart circles

Around those jerks who

Buffaloed Bill.

Drowning in his swill

While those good cops killed

A man-god.

S’all rat here. Don’t think it ain’t happening today.

Free Pat King!

Dude refused to wear a mask.

Vaccine? No, don’t even ask.

Straight to hell and so damn fast.

The entire world went with him.

Honking horns in the Bays of Rigs.

Uniformed cops make a wall of pigs.

Bats and horses and injured victims.

Cops advance to push and hit them.

Canadian flags and national anthem

Holding lines to then abandon

That line, this line, comes the end then.

Crowds disperse and Pat goes with them.

The bastards took Pat to jail.

Wouldn’t give Pat his bail.

His voice carried too far.

His voice raised the low bar

Pat wants freedom for all.

Pat hadda take the fall.

Don’t forget him.

Maybe bring Pat in

Your home and heart

Maybe do your part

Free Pat for our freedom!

Too Many Bites On The Feeding Hand

Yes, he said he’d help.

And he wouldn’t help just himself.

He’d help with the homeless.

Food and clothe and god bless

He’d help the rich

Even if they bitch




But, enough is enough.

He can’t do no more.

So, he heads fòr the door

And to even the score,

He exits their silly game.

Day Sick

You got a problem.

You don’t like humanity.

You are certain

You can clearly see,

You don’t like humanity.

There is no free.

And what free were you looking for?