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Shut him down! Shut him down!
Because he's preaching eggs.
Because this balloon -
it's very special.
It sucks, dude,
I always want my teeth to be wet
sometimes you slide in life too.
Just do what I'm doing.

What am I doing for my birthday?
I'm opting for sterilization.
It's never good news when they
want to run more tests!

And you know what?
You are right.
I just felt The Spirit
leave this
conversation.
That can't be a good sign.

What's your damage?
I'm just trying to figure out
What the hell I'm saying.

Driving that thing made
me feel like a farmer.
Why?
Because my daughter-
she likes to eat
her Klondike Bar
with a fork.
That is the
Real Deal.

A candle flickers -
it's the only light in the room.

And the Military?
It runs your every day
life.
Into the ground pepper
of bodies and bones
playing a waltz.
There is a Sprite
twisting in circles -
her dress made of water
is rippling
in the pond of
the collective.

Because I'm a human -
just add coffee,
Excedrin,
Valium & Prozac.
Then I'm the human
I'm supposed to be.
And, Honey, sometimes I let
the picture be
out of focus.
And you know what else?
Sometimes I wear a puppet
on my finger -
and bacon gets fried
on the sidewalk
where all kinds of feet
pound the pavement
looking for relief from
this economy -
this dive.

Sometimes when I go to the bar
all they have to
heighten my senses
is rubbing alcohol.
But I'm out of cotton balls,
add it to the list
of what I need.
Or what I don't need.
More waste, more plastic.
I'd rather have whiskey
to soothe my song.
Or a cuppa tea,
or a cigarette,
or a joint.

Some states actually pay you
to recycle.
Imagine that -
being paid for saving the planet.
Of course, imagine even worse -
having to pay to recycle.
But this is Bible Country,
they don't give a fuck
about Mother Earth.

She sits, cross-legged,
with intertwined vines for hair,
bulging belly
creating & birthing
the ball of blue and green
that we tread so
heavily on.

She sits,
and I sit,
waiting for the end -
it's on it's way.
Rent yourself some
bowling shoes.
It's all that's gonna
get you through
what's coming up.

Brilliance and Madness

Is it madness
or is it brilliance?
Perhaps a little of
both
banging around
like the chalkboard
sketches of elementary
atoms.

Looking up, seeing
the sharp
beauty in what
is a conventionally
viewed ugly day.

Heavy clouds
hanging low
full of liquid
like the breast
of a loving mother
ready to nourish
her babe.

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The Universe is red
this night.
Red and LOUD.
Stars shine bright
in a crsip
deep blue sea.
The energy of the
human collective
is on the prowl
this night.

It is smooth,
it feels something like -
Harmony.

Textures gentle
of pure silk
slipping through
the fingers of my soul.

Vibrations,
lines of people
from people
to people
through people
brush against one another
spreading their colors
as they strut past.

The sound of them
mingle is
a melody that makes you
rock gently,
and think
deeply.

It's melodies and lyrics
are different
from
moment to moment,
step to step.

For one it's a crooning
harmonica
and a
folk singer
wailing out the stories
and tales of this
life we call
tragic.
On his road he turns his
head and blows through
the next wave
of people,
of color,
of the common.

Meandering through
this sinuous journey,
on this night
in red.

Indu

I have a secret
it's a matter of the heart -
my heart.
An affair so beatific
I'll never let it go.

It's a woman
full of grace
and sweetness.
In my dreams
my wings emerge
delicately from
the small of my back
lifting me to
the heights I must
reach to be with you,
My Love.

She's stoic in her presence
even when I forget
to bring her flowers
she still bathes me
in her beauty.
Her Spirit drips from her
like milk from a mother's breast
nourishing and comforting.

Your beauty so vast
even the water
steals your glow
and dances with it.
It's these times,
when the water has stolen
your sparkle,
that I am a fish
making love
to the shimmer
you lavishly supply.

I am not the only one
who loves you.
For centuries
you have graciously been
The Glorious Whore,
enamoring dreamers
cursing the boundaries
of celestial limits.
But tonight, tonight,
My Love,
here and now,
you are mine,
I am yours.

Keep my secrets,
I know you'll never betray.
Tomorrow, after another
laborious day
I shall once again
submit to your beauty
to our love affair.

Perfect Moment

I.
Curled up on my yellow couch
under a worn quilt.
incense filling the house with Opium
bliss.
The rising smoke
dancing slowly, sultry,
to the tunes of Ani.

Outside the snow
is running past the window
like the NYC Marathon runners
at a breakneck speed.

Take a hit off the bowl
close my eyes
and enjoy the bliss.

II.
The contrast,
inside calm
outside the snow
...
that horizontal snow.

III.
The end result of that
frantic horizontal snow storm
is a light dusting on the
rooftops
like powdered sugar
gingerly sprinkled on
French toast.

Recently.

The last few months have
felt like a dream
out of focus, blurry.
Mixed up and not
making total sense.
Everything is mixed together
Time is sloppy
Can't define order
everything has soft edges
moves just a little slower
like a dream
living life in the
third person
just a spectator.
Doesn't make sense
I've missed some segments
maybe I'll catch them
in the re-runs.

On the Tele

Wen the clock strikes
*insert TV show here* 0'clock
the world must
STOP!
So addicted to
that box.

The box
that casts an
illuminating, ominous
blue glow
on your zombie
stare.

The Programming
(which is called
"programming"
for a reason)
Infiltrates
your senses.
Fills you with images
of righteous
CIA,
FBI,
NCIS
&
*insert controlling
government agency
here*
agents
CONQUERING
the dissidence.

These shows
that you plan
your daily schedule
around
teach you
right from wrong:
*as identified,
approved & packaged
for you
by our fine
government.

In - between
the minutes of
"good versus evil"
you are treated to
thirty second
instruction programming -
telling you:
what to buy
how to look
what to be.