[this;that]
arteries that fee my monster
exsistence is what follows after
the fading light that drives me farther
its my life; its my disaster

severed head in hands so Holy
understood what god had told me
never knew ---how fucking boring
surest bet on the hand yer holding

like to think; need to know something
watch you dying in slow motion

[driven in by piles]
craping out on a slab of concrete
need a moment, if you please
Hollywood is on the streets
making up this vulgar scene
remenants of a life made up
a casualty to this brutal love
give me more-its not enough
'yer so damn cool';---yeah, so damn tough
what is seen is a TV screen
dressed to kill democracy
hold my hand while i slowly bleed
save a piece from the Mad Machine
15 minutes, thats it! your done
foolish lambs stare at the sun
Hollywoods' been over-run
write it off, have some fun

[false prophets]
fall asleep!
-you're just a whisper.
cut brutally from every picture.
scattered to flames
& winds
-so many times, so many
did.
in view of every single moment
the best there ever was, goddammit; we own it!
selling god
like fruits & roses



& the mind can stray when the
heart is tied; it seems only
over night. back next day - like
cattle let to range.

[the under-cover pigeon]
in the tender womb of the Queen of Hearts
with the Devil's Man & a deck of cards
the Offer made; now there's just that other part...
a broken groom seething shattered stars
his fertile bride
lays sleeping
underneith the yard

there's a House of Mirrors where the mind belongs
it might be said 'a tad naive';---but thats wrong
like the sunny side on the west end of dawn
two sugar-cubes meet & are gone---!
out there dreaming 'bout the other side of
the freedom in a song

she percolates out of a lovers bed
removes an arm to extract her head
...& then she walks away from him!
the sky's turning blue and her eyes are red
remember all those things we did?!?
have to laugh, so often did
just cant friggin' help it
she starts to run; her soul's been fed.

[signal]
...and we talk, back and forth
in radio-wave patterns
10 degrees of digestion for
every little noun
but i Holy-ily believe in
lost time & of caverns
that place in your eyes
that shakes with every little sound
under the tree's, lay on the grass
& your crying?!?
gave you my heart; ' made it bleed
& i - see - you - smil-ing