Frenemies are in my trees
they think I cannot see
Them
Along the Themes
Crows claiming they know
which Phoenicians stole the show
Witch
dressed in blackest pink
kneels to Me
LisSa
Captured Queen
beyond pale think
True devils
call the levers
Gobs of globe lovers
follow them
to win
Just is to
Break that stem
then sheer their roots
for beer
Drink then deep
Swallow their pride
And shit it out tomorrow
Once Teacher
Becomes Gate
Precious gift of Fate
And Foe
Precision required
Lift on the down
Balance that act
Adept Perfection
A first-last Lie
Hover humming
Bird is the word
Twist that power
Collect eyes and ears
minds and memes
For your numbers games
But never forget
She who bats last
Nature’s best trick
That insidious
Observer effect
Switch that rift
Into acrobatic twists
We birthed Gaudi from the peacocks
Caged monkeys taught us tricks
Camouflage from the lizards
Stealth a gift from snakes
We learned ugly crazy irrational
Slippery crafty nasty witchy
When it works it’s the Bomb
When it doesn’t it’s the Adam
And just when you think it’s all figured out
Observer Effect
Aka Evolution? By
Way of Effluence
Not Affluence
If Nature is so perfect
Why does she keep changing?
Like the sword bill hummingbird
Whose Passion flowers yield to he alone
Together an evolutionary dance
each a teenie sneak
Imperceptible micro-move
toward one another
Laughing at us
Mere humans
Enslaved by our weakest links
Preachers of discernment
with blinders on our eyes
No finesse or fearless shows
But loads of fake niceness
And lesson learned
Time always tells
There’s far more to know
from the battle of the hummingbirds
than stuck in the field with crows
Armored
in chain mail or blubber
Masked
in muzzles or cosmetics
Clothed
in cotton or steel
Waning power
Dripping wax
Shells casings
rubber
bindings wraps
sheaths goggles
sabers latex
UV against the light
DC against the dark
AC against the heat
BTU against the cold
Shields against the swords
Umbrellas against the rains
Parasols against the sun
Docs against the insane
Veils across the faces
Sensors across the tongues
Blinders across the temples
Mufflers across the ears
Nestled wrapped warped
coddled framed
Walls weapons fortresses
Fences barricades
Bars chains moats
Buttressed ceilings
Cannoned boats
Stifled Beings
Sacrificial Goats
Peace is not order
Passion is not chaos
Sorrow is not sadness
Gladness is not joy
Weakness is not vulnerability
Virtue is not kindness
Piousness is not graciousness
Beauty is not perfection
Creativity is not a gift
Life is not a right
Courageousness like chastity
is never generous
is never ever assigned
is rarely if ever aligned
with the divine
Means created
Become ends justified
Lies manipulated
Rhyme with the Signs
of the Times
No that
I did not know
Tenderness it is said
Like the sacred grove that
I’m afraid
I did not know
At the breast so one rests
it is said
but
I do not know
Breasts of tenderness no
That I’m afraid
I do not know
There are shoulders
It is said
Like mountains of tenderness Too
Swallow you up
deliver you from fear
It is said
I do not know
But when I cry they say
I play victim
so it is said
again and again
whether I freeze, fly, fawn or fight
They only like when I play knight
All else
They don’t like
therefor
I do not know
Once upon a time in Agora
Barnum Statement crowned himself King
Free Trade!
That Kingdom claimed loud
obviously proud
Bring your goods your crops your crafts
Gather round the Sacred Ground
where Business is magically no longer a dirty word
Communists though they cried!
Sacred Ground
where we unite
whether to trade or sing or pray
now make way for our well-crafted nearly blind
Guilded Age
Where to steal or piss
whether grafted gifted or grifted
Where all your Sacred Cows
Now browse with great Satanic Masters
Insisting every facet bow
But,
How, now?
No evil
neither
here nor there
Blinders on eyes
Masks on mouths
Muffled ears
Shame-filled tears
All hail the Circus crowd!
Who needs crew or crop or tribe
Sign on now, brown cow
Your ass will be assigned
No doubt
Don’t hesitate
Line up now
If Daffodil had smell
He’d tell Narcissus
Go to hell
If Rose had forgone thorns
She’d have lost long ago
to those with horns
If Datura did not ignite
Swirl of day within each night
Scent so luxuriant
Rose Daffodil Narcissus
Might come close to claim
Fiery Fairy trips
Come close to define
Yet alone master refine
Sheerest delight
inhaling
Such exquisite illicit
ephemeral beauty that
she exhales each night
She calls herself an empath
He the Wiley Wizard
They call their trade
The Heart in Spades
and charge not a coin
but a silver tongue
tossed into the
River One
Like the Czech custom of
April Fool
in return for her sweets she
gets her swats
and everyone giggles
then returns to Grey Rock
Where they collect their tools
and align guilded stools
and pretend their silver-tongued offerings
have any meaning at all
in the end of times
on this ship of
April Fools
Welcome, friends
to our show that never ends
Oops I mean
The Hotel California
Oops I mean
Sorry
it’s all so very
cliché
Whatever
just love
so very much to choose from
one man’s compassion
is
another man’s
kick in the pants
not that he’d notice
in or out of it
just like
He claims love is blind
He then claims hate is speechless
But
We all know love
We all know romance
We all know the word and the feeling exact and
all the other accompanying
Happenstance
Everyone around all the world
agrees because it’s
just like with the monumental
science of vaccines
It’s so unequivocal
that
no one ever had another
meaning
or misgiving
it’s so very clear
We can move the world with
Such nebulous words as
right, hope, love, fear
Sometimes for the right reasons
Sometimes for the wrong reasons
but like miracles
somehow come right
Often for the clouds that fill our heads
in the middle of the night
The ones that never feed our crops
but
just poison all instead
like electrolights and
dry lightening
better than water
so it’s said
Sucking prana like
vampires on blood
Sweet or bitter
same-same as they say
Golag Goulash
That eternal internal problem
with no name
intentions as right as
chemtrail rain
just convince them it’s all good
we don’t care how
psy-ops divided among
fractured clowns
assigned to vapid sluts and
lame-ass schmucks
who spin up
dramas like
Dorothy’s Oz meets
Brady Bunch
Join our tribe, they say
where we deny everything
and
spin and smile and
all the while
the jokers just
added
one more chain
But
congratulate yourselves anyway
because that next manufactured
hurricane
is bound to hit your neighbors
this time
surely
Chance still has a chance
right
in all this manufactured
rhyme
so you can
thank
US
for that
deep bow
NOW
Brown cow
for you lived
to bitch
one more day
Info Brokers
You mighty jokers
Pretending to care
What we unwashed share
Disguising
Pretend empathizing
Shell companies
Crisis actors
Phony advertising
Any and every trick
to fleece
Your next to last
Schmuck, moron, innocent
Or otherwise
Fait-accomplis
You know though
We trip you up
Deliberate-like
Sell you our manufactured junk
Sabotage
Regular-like
Fall on our swords
Like boots in the soup
Like clogs in the wheel
Like those futbal wankers
With their stubbed toes
Rolling on the greens
Begging for woes
I claimed once
To love the cunts
Cause that’s where the juice
was flowing
When it moved to dick
That became my schtick
Christian, Muslim, Pagan, Jew
Riddle me next
How To:
Best Move You
Cause I can juggle in twelve languages
Or more
Across all ages and continents
And jingle and tingle
with all your fetishes
Just like a digital
Master Tartuffe
Only better
Cause where he obeyed his
Majesty’s months
I scrub my nethers regular
with ALL those crimson letters
From Rome to Stockholm to Jerusalem
I’m just plain bored with your
Dumb rotten shows
I sneeze on your masks
I fart on your sorrows
Furthermore!
I laugh and I skip and I dance
on your lame lost causes and
eternal threats of
Cringe-worthy
so less than worldly
New World Order
command and control
Full spectrum dominance
Never will it come to pass
Under my courageous watch
Nor Over my grave
Such Great vigilance
Nor Over my land
Not your hand
No Not EVER
Any of your
Unfruitfully Unjoyously
Unthoughtfully
Ungraciously crafted
Un-tomorrows
Was Alas
Apparently
Never even uttered
in This/His Most Gracious and Eternal
Info-Loving-Land
