When the rain rains high On the drought that’s given us mental stability Like aster computers, . The end of her will be there Clamoring the wayward ebb toward pop culture

In the moon’s shaft the camera has been on you, But I’ve seen it unfolding, It has streamed your innards, And now you come to me like a luminescent moon As I’m free to dance around the front yard Letting the trees notice me.

I be always throwin’ bows in this life, ‘Cause that’s what the right hand man Stan sand stands, Doin’ what I gotta do A vapid iceberg ‘Cause POPS he there and MA she Thereand they got these COMPUTERS They’re always Watching me on they CELL PHONES, Fixtures of manufactured anatomy.

Are you willing to be deconstructed, For on this planet you are open market for the wolves, Jagged edges of welfare’s displacement Lining every Corridor you find meaningful, Dodging the light gracing the girl You will kill when you have nothing left.

I think of all those truncated lives Amidst rainstorms in the flatlands Braced against computer screens, And my head meanders down With thoughts of masturbation Which they’re sure to endure The meadows flanked by factories And then as life hits me And I look at all the newly breathed trees Green with pores that have […]

Sometimes I feel like my whole existence is predicated upon anger and wrath, like this is the crux of a white man’s essence. I mean, we enslaved the blacks, and we killed the Injuns to live on this land… I feel incapable of forming true positivity.

The weather was different from how when I remembered this. I remembered that. I had a bone to pick with that weather, man. Other than that, everything else was the same as yesterday. No more buildings had gone out of business. There was still that parking lot over there, I still didn’t know what it […]

They tell you to get a girl And then it’s still waves crashing And the rain, Nobody controls the rain, And everything seems like an obligation When you’re trapped in this body And everybody’s fighting Over that which is obscure, You’re splitting little glass shards in two with your eyesight down on the sidewalk.

The wharf went under, Fettering to the sea, Our pops just kept watching The tube, and all its flicks. The next thing to do Was to go find a job With a pregnant Opportunity for uncontrolled pandemonium. Life in Mona Lisas Of moments without the sedan Turns from rounded bridge traversings Up in bank accounts […]

Finally it’s the lack of any expectation whatsoever That has me handing this day a slouching gait Chris-crossing between mortal things of old and this new Technology landslide informing rats chasing cheese Wasted on forgetfulness of mortality and Two kids riding a bike invincible But only In their good Faith and so set up to […]