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

I am weary dreary
from clearly compiled
profiles provide miles
of trials for my malleable mind
render me blind, confused, deaf, dumb &
thirsty follow the stench to quench 'em
but firstly find a kind of motivation
coupled abruptly in erupting sensation
but my outlook i mistook for having
qualification in truth
his bite is toothless eyes are useless
razor running marathon man, starting line he's shoeless
he brings us a clueless crescendo

Words of Caution

Exclamation, aggravation
sidewinding sycophants
adulation, reputation
dredging dread for half a chance
to uncover a smother of dire-papal chants
scatter silvered platter toss incendiary ants
to the winds hard-pinned by the gust and bluster rants
whip flay the plants, scry to the sky that we could dry half a dance
don't give a glance
over shoulder
it'll make the stalkers bolder
so attests the folder we compiled
we've kept eyes on these guys before you were a child
so he smiled wild & wide, lean much closer I'll confide
how I lied
Our words are a high sulfur tide
I tried to set my stride straight
but straining through the system sets me to irate