CONVEYOR BELTS

we built six cities to fill two holes
commit to displacement and shock fixed goals
return to anointment and kiss sick crowns
your twitter disappointment, yr ups and downs
the block of shrugs, the text that wounds
the sun thats scared by the mystery of moons
each corner waits, it must know flesh
when corpse rolls in we'll reassess
a body flops, a mourner moans
we'll eat the flesh and wear the bones
if thorns grow heat we'll all bleed up
defeat your meat and clutch your cup
the thought of wine can lead to warmth
if baby's blue, ye must abort
to spare pure soul the pain of life
if suction fails, pass cleaner knife

so tell me now why you fear fire
you sold your beach when god retired
the common buzz of body thrills
your climax caused four oil spills
from kitten skulls you smoked your crack
you shot your white while seals drink black
turn up the heat, let glaciers melt
your pleasures on conveyor belts
so pop the top and clink with glass
and steal your smile from virgin ass
then off to hell, you'll see red sand
and follow barked insane demands
your path will lead from start to stop
to watch a farmer lose his crops
and laugh because your friends eat well
the more you steal the more you sell

you have to kill for dollar bills
in babies' blood stir crushedup pills
to rip a spine from someone ill
it takes eight lives to gain these skills
so wait for wave from wheelchair witch
she must have power, still this rich
the worlds she builds all turn to dust
but cameras don't show ugly rust
there's no more 'in' there's only 'out'
you'll rarely hear a word of doubt
a list devised by someone had
rejection makes an outcast mad
it's only fun to milk a grudge
the party's peak is rarely judged
but boredom makes the wall so clear
to still throw down when limits near




EVERY STUFFED GARFIELD


i scratched the glass to hear the sound
and every stuffed garfield frowned
if whiskers are like triggers
then the window can't come down
the palace i'd heard tales of once
had no knights with my flag
before fishing in a sewer
look for wounds in every leg
the spot to sit alone and have
a private picnic sank
every rice bowl full of ladybugs
and acid in each steak
and so i turned to portions
who i knew none could control
if their weight was mass perception
then starvation was my goal

and when i'd learned their bones could break
no calcium was key
i made a bath with broken milk
and healed sick kings for free
the crown had been commissioned
and they said i'd meet fond frogs
so i spoke at length of lilypads
to fake robotic dogs
the scrolls i'd seen unwind at length
when poison ate my mind
had tended toward the biblical
none count the lies i'd find
and if this means my brain is bland
my body props me up
the quake escapes beneath the land
my friend our time's been bumped

attending class i could not do
as no school liked my tests
i burnt a book in effigy
i guess you know the rest
to teach yourself will lead to war
that knowledge has no friends
so post your potent metaphors
write message please don't send
our inboxes are full of plots
we follow assigned strand
and the twists of our connections
our reward for filled demands

the toys you talk about at times
do not exist in cars
you never even touched one
keep your distance from out stars
we traded out their range for short
the length you knew is gone
if you talk to them of distance
they'll not want to mow your lawn
so serve your nervous spirit guide
you're headed towards the prize
when you find that glowing chest you'd sought
it's empty, act surprised
besides we're toads, fool, frogs are fags
they no longer exist
to buy the myth of finding one
means fixate on your wrist
we like disease it drives our minds
we only want one thing
to laugh at clever kitten
when it paws projected string

bat the string, kittie!
bat! bat!
it's funny cause it's not real
maybe he likes to play



ASTERISK (excerpt)

steroid sluggers never make it off the bench to cooperstown
baseball woodstock wanted showers
me and several of my favorite athletes in their vintage prime
blur them out directorial power
my lab is liberated and my isotopes are all at large
ungrateful compounds hate their maker
hate to see my favorites not themselves because they're watered down
thrown into a faulty shaker
why defer to imitations of experiments i've done before
fond of the chemicals not of the usage
if i say you're special does that mean i that too lie on cue
know the power of the shoesize
situated in a steady stream of static caustic sludge
waiting for a flood or fanmail
borrowed beings ushered in expecting me to bow or budge
they've got friends connected to grail