Season.

Lion's in a coma,
All's on meltdown,
Images of yellow
and trails of chalk.

Watch your step-
Commies'll grab ya!
Pull you off to lands of ash
and snow.

Rabbits conference,
chores assigned.
Fires in the leaf house-
Oh the sounds!

And the sloth runs now,
to smoke, drink,
and live.

Open your throat and gut society.

Notes.

The building of oceans teeming with exotic fires
of life,
inside this old piano.

Like mother's ships in a bottle-
Delicate yet prepared for immortality in the grass'
record books, like wearing a suit while waiting for
the call.

Ink shaping the veins of the crumbling architecture,
Zeus doesn't care for the contractor as he pulls
brothers and sisters from his knee.

I'm leaving anyway-
to the piano.
Always and on repeat.

Away.

Predictions for cemented futures;
The film always rolling,
my head rolling, off-off-off
away.

Macbeth's advisers always stopping by,
papers to sign or things to see.

I just read through the hours, flying in time,
breathing the pages' air and life.

Gentle river's song and that American neon glow-
Bz, bzz, bzzz the colors declare to photography of the era.

Historians trip over the cemetery of unborn thoughts
in the young, decayed, eaten minds of the youth,
in their words.

Keif.

Retching in the salty Arabic waters
of keif smoke-
Aladdin winks and steals away.

A collective of animals parades the lonely streets
of my dream-
The misty cobblestone shining with screams
of rain and belittlement.

If ever the genie lends a hand, always that
price of confinement.

Rubbing Goliath's shoulders-
chamomile on the way-
We can cry together;
grieve.

Aladdin always shares his pipe.

A Scream.

She can boast-
Stand, make that noise;
smile.

And we dignify ourselves,
just some for the good feelings.

And the playthings of old.

Botched.

Faulty circumcisions by junkies near the pier,
and sexual experimenters makes Jesus shed a tear.

Domesticated wildfires, here a common sight,
and interstaters intrude, even shine their brights.

Francesca.

Streetlights focus to illuminate the falling night's snow.
Toss butts, light another, and walk the untouched frosted
pavements-

Discuss varying degrees of retrospect and freedom.

Avoid arithmetic responsibilities as artistic callings make
heard their voices and a lonely soul farts all about-

Alligators too!

Silence purges my pain, and I set down to learn desolation.

Express.

Santiago and Dunbar-
Camel's trails to Eldorados of gold and European dreams.
Queens and jesters travel to my meditations-

Oh how those literature beatniks speak to my desperate
and needing soul-
Cars, mescal, disputes, religion,
and words.
Words are all-

Read and write.
Watch the world.
Moons, hills, cigarettes,
and our nocturnal philosophies.

Spontaneous Jam.

Again in this place-
Down below the wretches of midnight despair.
My fingers lag behind accelerated thought.
Streaks of cinema and desolate mountains
lingering in my heart-
Tales of befriended travels igniting my soul's
ambitions.
Higher frequencies-
Sounds, sights, thoughts, lights-
Blink.

A funeral for the past-
Weddings in retrospect.

Dormant inspiration-
awakening, sprouting, springing, flourishing,
breathing, being, seeing-
There.
Storms of fog and wind encase the
north-western fire-side chants.
Coyote-chorused deserts dream of Alamo
and the cactus fields that weep-
Stars, beasts, hallucinations, rocks, Buddha,
Menthe, the hunt, and ink.

Now amused, pleased with wit and humor-
Smirk, games, pills, engineering, a bridge,
engraved memory-
sketched into the bark of Life's forever universe
Tree.

A feeling of gravity to the comfort of silks
and Persian king's opium dens.
All systems pumping out last fumes
of exhaust, plague, sanity, energy, feel,
and cold.
Now all stops.

Dances with Dead Presidents

Aristocratic arithmetic shoots through the Middle East
Holy lands morph their shrines, make way for the priest!

He'll feed you syringes, sex, and avian flu
His concubines will dance and leave your balls blue

Ballot cast, vote vote vote, John Smith must win
Careful though, these wolves would gladly eat their kin.

They'll get you to buy their loud safety rated car
Big Brother no longer only has to watch from afar.

Text books, Bibles, pamphlets of medical use
Lose them all! And add some rum to your child's juice

Lewis Carol giggled, and tripped through Wonderland
Now he can't buy anything that isn't government brand

This massive takeover, psychiatrists parade the street
Lobotomies for everyone, for a price you just can't beat!

Drinking my sewage, I need vitamins A and C
The Chinese give up, sip their pure green tea.

Advertised religion, on Costco's payroll since Jesus
Steve Jobs reads his sermon, makes sense of all of this.

There's a whole big world, where the all lemmings land
Science is at the scene, already taking command.

Space's frontier is bought up in international political greed
And for your health, mind and soul, please smoke some good weed.

Rumor spreads to Washington of Ohio hiding gas
Now Iraqis stake claim - irony up the ass.

Dead presidents rise, ask to ballroom dance
Terrorist housewives get lost within the trance.

The Russians, Church, and junk dealers hold hands and kiss
As society altogether dies deep in an abyss.

Living here, it's all moments, freaks, and words
You'll always step in shit but keep your head with the birds.