Encoded Message

If you’re reading this set your decoder to green 385-2219 electric soliloquy commenced in futility dimensions of insanity filing papers hastily retreating in amazement frequently. Undermine your own disaster. Commandeer the ship you’re after. Lined up for the next encounter. Warning shot under the starboard brow to the eternal dreadnought firing fingers of furious fox tails impaled in the fox hole castle of Lee press on nails, bear up on hind legs, intensify my experience spray the eyes with irritants and squander the inheritance of your ancestral elegance, the seafaring God-fearing cloak wearing uncaring monsters we used to speak of with reverence. Raiders of every so called new continent, rapacious and radical shepherds of human cattle, conquered the calm peaceful indigenous chattel who fought hard and died long as a monument to every last battle.

Why are we slaughtering every damn thing we see growing up the chickens and ducks the eggs aren’t enough we need all your stuff and the beak too, speaking of coked up the Mount Rushmore vanity bluff erosion will clean up sooner or later, love what’s up will come down son, calm down the sun is just one of those tiny pixels of light and we think it’s so bright, but to everyone else it’s just a another little star twinkling on a clear night. What’s the chance of the weather man being right? About half of the time. Remember that when your family dies, and all your convenient lies wither on the vine. What will you do when your knees go too and your friends don’t even recognize you

The end will come for everyone,
ready or not,
can’t hide, can’t run
can’t buy or fight
your way out of this one
just remember
to make it better
all you have to do is try


Press All The Buttons

maybe it’s a dummy panel
rigged up for the alcoholic
here play with this while we go
right on ahead making a living
and five more dimestore hucks
come stuffed at thanksgiving
get off to make a billion bucks
no millionaire’s ever rich enough
we’ve got to grow from dung
fungus, and everyone we know
it gets newer and familiar, too
and what about you my pretty
i’ve got an apple or two for you
and under your little red hood
the tawny and glistening dew
what does this button do
she asked like aerosol gas
o lean and bright in a tight space
the fight before the race
the one-piece vintage fleece
snowmobile swimsuit edition
the monochrome pinstripes
on a mission from who knows
how long ago that gear froze
nothing on but the sun for clothes
by god if there ever was one
what color are her eyes
said exactly no one whose
sad words soon follow
a wandering minor solo
we lied to love her
tried to harmonize
the crazy eyes
just enough
to slide