Wednesday, 24 December 2014

*Chia Sentence* 12/24/2014

Tenuous realities splattered with blood and shit
Time clocks, gas tanks and coffee mugs
Wondering to illusions if this is it

You fuckin wonder about these revolutionaries
Blowin up painted brick
You fuckin asked for it pig nation
Carryin your weight on your backs
Like an eagle obsessed
With whale meat and mammoth tooth

She monkey that digs holes
In jungle floors
As the troop kakaws from above
Handfuls of golden response
Thrown upwards like peoples
Shattered dreams

Speak spit sentences lippily
Cup ears like hollowed out emotions
Bent and moldy this
Bowl fluid

Work like its death
Live like eternal jobs
Behind toilets punching numbers
On the scum screens floating
Gloves rippling blood clots

Love me used and hate me borrowed
Back twitch as payment for
Chores worked like bank accounts
Of the starving to death
Seeking interest on ten cents

Most if not all buried regretting
All if not almost forgetting buried
Within days
Except for the payments
Or paychecks

Clouds pirouette skies flashing pink
Skirts lifted heavenly skyward
Atom bombs like cocks penetrating

Yule tide crashin upon empirific demise
Burial grounds of first nations
Embracing blood droppings and corpses
Grandchildren of genocide grandfathered

Owls hoot outside as pine smoke drifts
Wet dirt smells passing like pain
Across lips smiling at the largest
Bluest and brightest
Most lovingest and dangerous

Stoved in skulls flowerpottin fascists
Communist dreams watering ceramic futures
Pasted like Chia pets against
Weeping walls

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

* Spit Up * 12/09/2014

Restless riots releasing pent up rage
Pigs policing white supremacist illusions
Corporate killers corrupt beyond belief
Middle class small town, upper class Utah

Your prayers bullshit for your miniscule tragedies
Uppity jacked-up emotions facebooked for likes
Middle finger media sat on like spit up
On sperm covered couches in front of flatscreens

Prison industrial complex embraced or forgotten
Employ your daughter who cages your son
Steady paychecks beside steady delusions
Sign your name on the war on drug game

I can't fuckin breathe or gunned down
Holding BB guns, handcuffed behind backs
Pigs punching a constant in this land of genocide
Blame entirely on the innocent

Like Israel in Palastine or Europeans in Amerikka
Crimes foul like pox blankets
Rockets fired at innocents or troops boots
Dusting religious sentiment with soldiers

Clutching Maxim magazines, pork-lipped
Cowardly pink badged or camouflaged
Street soldiers and sand mercenaries
Death flags stitched on side pockets

Pictures of blonde home honeys waiting
Who hump paroled felons who feel them
For the short seconds before re-setup
A Womans character detecting incorrectness

In occupations consisting of injustice
Released from " corrections " to momentarily
Absorb compassion from the mothers of our species
Only solace for these alpha of the genus

Hands like t-bones after decade clutching
Realities unreality in chains insane
Mind open-season to those hell bent
On proving the basic points of the basically pointless

Labor aristocracy swarming poised over its grave
Unassuming fascists fluorided and bourgeois bleached
Manicured madness moisturized religious
Like lady liberty buttfucked by Jesus