Zucker Punched

When you least expect
Hedge your bet
From out of nowhere
Strikes most deft

Knights in white satin
On your mark
Aim
Kick, ball-change
Roosters attack
Canaries at
Close range

Nipped in full bud
Clipped by false love
Smashed in Face
Mesmered through space

Dally-whacked
Momma-smacked
Sucker-punched
Licked, wicked, dilly-flicked

Rocked half-passed
Basic Bitch
Watch ‘em
Tip your hat level
Mock ‘em
Like the devil

Duty-free
Lying spree
Laughing turds
Shallow bergs

Words for the birds
Wow how Might
Retched souls
Sans courage
Fight

Armored

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

Comme Ci Comme Ca

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

Mother’s Tender

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

Barnum Statement

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

 

 

 

 

 

Scent of Harvest Moon

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

Neon Grey Rock

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

 

Ministry Of Love

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

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

 

Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time
We met 
This young Czech
The most beautiful woman
I’d ever seen

She said
Dance with me
I thought
Poor dear child
what a terrible fate
to have a face to make
angels weep
and every lecher who
lines each last inch of
your well-groomed
well-guarded streets
begs your meat

The sort of lip lines
the pale blush of the cheek
the cool blue eyes
that makes one feel woozy
without a drop to drink
who commands armies
in sighs
as she walks on by
with nary a wink
even as you crave for more
venom even through
her blatant lies

I thank my lucky stars
I’m not a boy or a lad
or particularly gentle
or a man
Because surely
I’d sing too of
her lullabies and sweet little cries
as she crushed me
with the pinkie
of her distant cousin’s
dog’s best friend

Penis envy
fucking please
I praise the gods every day
for the wisdom
of the pussy
y’all can’t ever seem
to see through true

Before it strings you up
and spanks your
pale pathetic
boldly bared
old hairy asses