Negative Nightwatch

There ain't a reason for the season
beyond the pleasing words
that deceived our perceptions
stacked our sight to stagnant herds
And the blurred categories
tell between the lines stories
of our glory removed
and efficiency improved
toiling under boiling wonders
to hollow out their quarries
There's no hope for diplomacy
They won't even hear our sorrys*
A hypothesis on the futility of working only in a box
resisting the brutality on living your life just by the clocks
I keep my smoke on like Edward Teach
and if you're staying high enough there are no peaks beyond your reach
clash only by necessity
it stresses me when blood splashes
in a flash without the combatants
being rational about how they're aggressing me
the best sword is one that one don't even need
just to mention the attack and all your foes already flee'd


dire wired
crooked circuitry skeleton
deviant disciples dropped their poison in the well again
'twixt hill and glen there was a peaceful village
before the pachyderm patriots set me out for the pillage
fire in the one hand and discord in the other
burning down their structures send 'em scattering for cover
New world tyrant
Welcome to the end game
Rub out your d'jinn and make the dragon tame
snatch the vorpal sword and the seven league boots
cut you up snicker snack grip your gold and all de loots
a moot point they anoint a blessed new saviour
but their champion of chivalry wasn't expecting this behaviour
Bam
Warlocks hit him with a hex of creeping rust
A flying kick to the breastplate
and his arms are fucking bust
they want him back they can find him
six feet beneath the crust
I trust that that'll quench the dissension
but if you decimate the radicals
it's more a catalyst than prevention

Floewtry

Traditional to abstract
quality to garbage
spans a fair range
now I seek to enlarge it
I've had times when the rhyme
simply drips off my fingers
seek to reproduce it
but the effect never lingers
It's a game that I play
although I don't know the rules
so if I ever scored a goal
I'd have to take it from the fools
I'd only seek to rule with a benevolent hand
I got a mad sinister streak though
So I'll put my efforts to the land
To disband the agitators
with word and deed
try to flew how I jaw
cause it's not a bad creed
plant a seed fence it off
tend it let it grow
and you can put your care out there
but you never know
the tribulations of this life can bring a storm out
a pest invasion or a dread drought
no matter what you plant
or how big a wall you've erected
it'll never be enough to entirely protect it
so learn to hang on tightly
and let go lightly
when you've got to give it up
don't make the scene unsightly
do right be bright
when the time comes to leave
do it quite and without a fuss
grant yourself that reprieve
went from noetry to floewtry
constantly anonymous
but I could still get big
like a fucking hippopotamus

Brittle little champions
God-heads of Dis
And foundation of the scoundrel
What perversity is gentle hope
and such relief in disappointment
What temptation is prejudice
and such relief in indulgence
What demand is strength
and such freedom in weakness
How I adore the miserably ignorant cringing in the light
How tiring the omniscient smugness and cynicism replete in every glance
How wise are these sculpted words
lackluster simulacra of wild thought
And tame hand
The beauty of a photograph of a beauty un-replicable

A picture of a picture of this painting
of our sunset

Discount Empire

Tepid tribulations and a bag of retail therapy
My soul saw the disparity
Emerge with obscure clarity
And the perverseness of my charity
Made us a gentle rarity
Unfold over untold stretches
Show what prizes popularity fetches
From wretches brought under thumb
I'll grind 'em up like chewing gum
To find the sum total of our sorrow
Survivable today
May be a death sentence tomorrow

The New Malcontent

Backwoods bombardier
horribly relevant details of no significance
and a queer idea
spreads the new fear
patent pending instinct bending insane new drugs
(Go longer, fuck harder, between refills, it even walks your retarded pets,
swallow enough and you'll die so no regrets)
blemished fetishes and half-rhyming
psycho-semantic addicts (slavery to the needle pricks)
ride a one eyed walrus straight to hell
settle in a kaleidoscopic hermit crab shell
bubonic tonic and two tonnes of wayward shades
form the morbid corpus of our decadent parades
all hail the victorious dead and the dread tele-screens
(the ones that they embedded at the base of our latrines)
regulating fiends as a 12 gauge disciple
In the body politik
Who's our shoulder for the rifle?
Who's the trigger and the finger,
And who the fuck are we shootin'?
The have nots who wanted some
So we scud 'em in the lootin'
Our fabulous new product!
Try it now!
You'll never have to try again!
I'll pour out your soul so just say when

Today I turned around to find that I was quite alone
Surprises are a luxury of non-apprehension
A dusty wind was thusly blown
Fine flecks, hard as a blade
and slashes are tossed, a gritty cascade
But I parade a bitter body, battled to a battered
matter collection, like perfection in the putrefied
Steady, steady (knives at the ready)
"Come in!"
And the section Caesar trusted, thrusted
Et tu? et tu? et tu?
It's true! it's true. It's true!?
So what's a brazen boy to do
regardless
he'll polish up his knuckles
trading battery for chuckles
and suckles a malfeasant mix
Agony, spite, jealousy, rage, a nervous pallor, some odds and ends of joy and disgust
There's tricks in the mix not fit to trust
but some must forsworn by a pedant pledge
a life long over the edge

Steady yourself, that's no way for a man to behave
I confess that your dignity requires we enslave
Or rather arrest the best you have to offer
Does that bother you?

Cement slugs by, smoke curdles
feeble legged lugging & the sidewalk's made of hurdles
I emit a nervous cough
Incredulous the spread given us
belongs inside a trough
And I spy the swine-striped sloth
of industry lumbering so humbly
grips a scheme levied down on blister and bumbling
His results dribble into civil cults
housing all founded fondly on faults
"Crazier than a snake's armpit"
the alarm hit a critical component
this is the opponent who wretched
with desire to start some fire
on the kiddies backs, prone to panic attacks
the profile smacks of a psychopath
kick out doors for an abhorrent torrent
of civil wrath and derangement I'd warrant