REAL LIES NATION

Powerlessnest. Leftbehind.
Worthinfinity. Stupidesign.

Solubullshit. Rearviewmeltdown.
Sincremental. Upsidefrown.

Resolutionary. Revoltacular.
Ritualisticketing. Inthebacksir.

Compostal. Aloofah.
Incarcerationing. Blindated.

Lullabaited. Captivaporized.
Lipstitched. Eyesordid.

Welltrussed. Sedativity.
ChainGangRapeDated.

Neoengendered. Killfactory.
Holywarren. Mirrorwaged.

Science Faction. Halfbelief.
Cultimate. Propheseedling.

Plantintinnabulation. Industribution.
Churchmancraft. Tribulationship.

Televessel. Devastationary.
Selfishing. Stagnational.

Dereservoirs. Incorperruption.
Chainlinking. Vomiterrarium.

Massproducking. Frankenchise.
Autolobbed. Merchandying.

Undiscoverdant. Mechanicolonization.
Posture-de-force. Corrupturing.

Horribladder. Infantricide.
Wirehung. Genostracize.

Unsunguent. Tortruism.
Awariness. Trutheism.

Instructshunning. MutAntcolony.
Socialis. Implicatered.

Masterbaited. Industracted.
Retrofated. Retribunal.

Executorrent. Judgmental Illness.
Issuewarrant. Insanitedious.

Tormentality. Suisadness.
Funereality. Apatheology.

WorldWarship. Disinterror.
Tyranniculmination. Secreterrier.

Packinheat. Overlard.
Opustule. Conscienshutup.

DELUSION ROULETTE

with dice for eyes
the odds you see
are lies quite high
the truth a crapshoot

image doubled roll
again spin the myriad
ball to when the sky
is a direct reflection

with one eye shut
one chamber empty
flip the safety off
from what you think

and go ahead
commit your
suicidal
wink

TREE

In the beginning was Hush.
Who begat Flesh.
Who begat Face.
Who begat Awe.
Who begat Claw.
Who begat Stone.
Who begat Steel.
Who begat Crimson.
Who begat T.V.
Who begat Shit.
Who begat Man.
Who begat Rat.
Who begat God.
Who begat Nothing
Who begat Always
Who begat Ever
Ever Ever Always
Who begat FLY
Buzzing for meat,
Worms, crumbs, anything
Humming skinless wings
In the womb's crust.

CARRIER SECRETS

I want a strange hibernation
to give our dream back

We'll have an attack
of rapid eye movement
in historical fact

They'll unfurl abominations
on our secrets' private lives
lighting up ceramic visors
of a nondegradeable kind

Unless we wake up on our own
not for an alarm is our history
sewn to the ragged curtains

of the wind, and not without
charm were our chances blown

in the mouths of certain
lingering friends

ECOVOX

Guiding radio signals
gather tribal offspring

emboldened of sinew
to conjure a sorrowful

hostility, ennervating
the wretched.



Inimical miseries
bodily maintain

barren graves, while
lasting searches

wander in circles,
breathing steam in

from coteries scraped off
the grounds of complaint.



A small, deceptive
exhalation implores

a quarrelsome lament,
having dwelt astray

of the riderless noise,
the carrier of vapors.

LITANY OF ACCUSATIONS

Lie to me and this whole nation.
You of the current administration.
Useing us up for its butter.

Churning us all into a lather
by which the fortunate may shave.

When it comes to that I'd rather
keep my mouth shut than add a voice
to a choir of slaves--on the off chance
that a dry spot will cause a nick or cut:

Then I can pray for an infection
From the triple bladed Gillette-slashed
fresh incisions along the rugged jawline
like brand new gills breathing in the inversion
from the trodden downwinders.

So lather up and grab your towels.
Because in the sauna of your karma
all your pores will open up like sores
on the roses of your untended garden
where flowers bloom dead in the darkness
because you poisoned the light.

So relax in the steam of your dreams
while you can, because we who feel
you aren't qualified will not
go down without a fight.

A war of words that means reason.
Not for what you use them for treason.
But to help us get through the changing
of the season.

From the winter of our discontent
the ice will thaw when you've gone
up and went--that's all I got to say
to the leaders of today.
When your time comes up
best step down, you can
keep the change.

Just clear out of town ya hear,
we got work to do. Cleaning up
the mess left by the likes of you.
But wait--hold up, what kind of damage
are we talking?--There's no curing
severed legs that were meant for walking.

No hatching healthy eggs
with tainted rainwater.
For our daughter that we bought her
by the bottle with our very bottom
dollar, well for all our scholars
we have led her to the slaughter!

Caught up in the fodder
of your greed and impatience.
While you lie to me
and this whole nation.
Using us up for its butter
churning us into a lather
with which the fortunate
may shave their tattered beards.

Before the tilted mirror
of their sterile bath cells
they can isolate themselves
in their own closed-circuit Hells
and keep clean and groomed for their
self-appointed judgment of doom.

So we're forming a coalition
with a provision for sedition
creating the conditions for revision.

What about the rest of us these
bastards share a nest with, huh?
Think they'll help us clean up their own mess--
well think again friends,
this is the end of an old cycle.

Run for cover. Better get a bicycle.
There is no TRYcycle.
It's Do or DIEcycle.
Lie to me and you so they can poison the sky
and kill, nice try--Sick sell.

Using us as the customer
for their mustard gas masks
while they make the profits
to fill their wineflasks.

Well we don't need your precautions,
we've regained our resistance to pathogens,
thank your asses very much.
Don't shake my hand--No need to touch.
Just being grateful is enough.

You'll work for us in our deepest vaults.
The Janitors of broken Trust.
Preserving history to show our faults.
You'll be glad to get a fraction
of the minimum wage.

We thought of letting you stay
on a permanent vacation in Guantanamo Bay
but then realized how inhumane
that would be. So between you
and me, you're lucky to be
employed per se.

And if you complain about being treated
like a leper colony--well don't blame me.
We're the ones who set you free.

Now ending this litany
from the collectively used and abused,
I declare and stare defiant
at those who stand before us
unreliant and accused.

HISTORY AS VIEWED BY THE PANOPTICON

The complete eating of burned skin. Ashen toast. 
Can it not warm my pie. I have lost my older 
sufferings. Absolve me of my gratitude. Untie
the swift knots of my prayer, but don't merely re-
peat platitudes: for mimicry I do not care. Environ-
mental disruptor persuades a hungry populace that 
there is no such thing as the environment, and they 
believe it, just as they believe that there can exist 
more than one disruptor. These spun patients slow-
ly develop a bubble spell reality. Their spin doctors 
quickly form encrusted mica shells. All who they've
preyed upon then believe themselves to be a part of 
their innermost circle. This describes how they are 
each lost to the vortex of their own subconscious 
imaginings; while one floats away as iridescent 
soap bubbles flocking sun ward, the others 
gradually incarcerate themselves under-
neath the prestigious carapaces which 
never fail to drown them into the dirt. 
Dirt is very high on the list 
of examination priorities.