Keep the hallows clean, do not reem the gallows,
The holiday stops, and dancing mops dance along their way,
Hey and ho, low and day,
Upside down reverse and confligerate.

Fur is murder

Tears continue to roll,
from the chained lions,
the bleating lambs,
morose sirens,

Suffrage in the fifth degree,
paid the price,
Put them in zoos,
O how nice,

We are man,
this is our domain,
Follow my rules,
I am not insane,

The world is our oyster,
though pollution kills the orginal,
what will we call it,
when there total is nill,

tears stream from the last man,
when he realizes there is no more land,
no birds calling in the trees,
he has spread, a never ending disease.

Merry Finch

The temperature is frigid,
Though the sun continues to shine,
That doesn't seem to bother you,
As you continue to pine,

Ruffling your feathers,
Merrily skipping from branch to branch,
Life is here in a moment,
Your flight a joyous dance.

Do you recall that time in June,
When you visited my home for sustenance,
In the frigid air you have flown,
Your journey a path of jubilance.

I a giant,
You so small and frail,
If i held you in my hand,
I'd fear I'd fail,

In applying a gentle touch,
To cradle you in a childlike grasp,
For I'm clumsy, A brute,
And You are natures own spun glass.

Free Wednesdays

Here we are in this line at the zoo, waiting to buy tickets for me and you,
Yes its the zoo where mating zebras preform at 12:00 on the dot.
Lions and cheetahs are racing speed demons in their prospective slots,
And hippos are juggling meerkats through rings of fire,
The meerkats for reference have no clue of thier situation being dire,
Siotting around munching on popcorn and popped souls,
The gorillas stand on the opposite side of the glass witht their hands pressed against it.

I hear the other visitors,
"o isnt he cute, it could look like a human. I wonder what its thinking."

The gorilla child,
Looking through the glass,
"I know your out there, and i know your free, and though i may be here, behind this seperation, At least i am here against my choice. Fate has landed me here without a care, except freedom has never been in my voice."

native

Let us ululate to the half crescent sun, in our pajamas of skin from the rarest of national monuments, Let he sun come and go, i will still be here.

We are never at home unless their is adventure in the air or the sun continues to shine on my bare neck. i am speeding along the river, i and our passenger full of people. relatives, distant and close, friends,  strangers and liquor bottles. "Fill my cup", as the oither hands steers this monstrosity along at a cool 1000000 miles down this god fearing river, exotic, birds fly over head, letting out squawks along their fight, "you do not belong" stop mowing the lawn. Stay out my jungle, it is my own. But i do not listen, we do not listen,  we are the jaguar, we are the shark, speedily cutting the river with our hull.

The road is dust and i am holding your hand, night, cool and calm and i, we are being eaten alive, in this the jungle of my soul. You hold my hand and i hold yours and i feel no sex, no desire, no heating in my private parts, instead we are the children in the yard, boy and girl, but sex doesnt not divide us. We are simply you and i and here we are walking in the unpaved, untamed road  of my jungle.

Pomade

MADMEN

MADMEN

Madmen run this world,
witht their religious fantastic fanatics,
Grasping the arms of hallowed out husks, the animals inside their eyes have been culled, castrated, killed.
WHOA , joey says to blossom, a flower, a fury of fantastical fuming visions.

YES! YES!,
cries that ring,
PAST the empty echoed halls,
PAST the wooden cemented celings, high on high in the sky, floating
PAST a boeing 747, carying precious teeny boppers and disney wards,
PAST the sun, the moons and the sands of the sky, into the visceral, guttural, existance,
Dissolving into the universe in strands of prepubescent adrenaline,
sighing, sighs, on highs that never last long enough,

Yes there madmen are on the streets, hiding inside alleys ways and dark corners that corrigate from the rain waters,
Tears of victims, that splash on the faces on the ill advised reporter covering the story that will eventually make the six oclock news,
Blasted into "living rooms" in tenaments,
a block away,
that will stuff the TV, frozen, ill packaged rabit entrailed meatloaf into their mouths and disgustingly say
'What a pity" or "No ones safe."

Damn right you maniacs, you heathens, you freaken lunatics,

no ones is,

cause their are madmen running the streets,

MADMEN dressed in blue jeans,
MAD MEN dressed in blue uniforms,
MADMEN screaming at the corners about the new age nazi zionist alien agenda,

What the fucking hell?
Have we all gone mad?

Consume -ism

I am alive in an age of lieing,
Politicians and slick soul pickers,
Forked tongue and armani suits,
Smiling god fearing dupes.

I am aiming for a new republic.

Speak your mind and one may find
that things thought and dreamed,
are far from what they seemed,

To the rules of the real world and legal stipulations,

The paper is just that,
While the people are not.

Papyrus people and ancient parchment,

fire lights them all,

No red trucks to the rescue,
There will be nothing left too,

Stipulate, regulate,

Deemed and control.

Manifest destiny, Ego has no soul.