Street Jam

In the square heart of America
I play a harp of arteries and veins
A song of love and prosperity
It freezes society for a moment
Until the politicians start weeping
Celebrities blanket the homeless
This country collapses into the clouds
Just so we can raise it to the stars
Where citizens become painite chains
Wrapped around the hands of dirt
Where the hermits can have an opinion
That matter more than the lying dead
It's a utopia found only in children's books
And a victory worth bragging about

21st Century Wall Writings (Rain)

I decided to do something different with this write, so I looked at my Facebook news feed and rewrote/reinterpreted my friends' status updates (one update per line) Enjoy!

We, always the square peg

Training the beast with our spouse

Bored, bummed

Life for the horny bitch

Another pastor on a dead line

Fed us dirty porcelain

We're just scheduled vomiting

Begging for a downpour

Prancing in the hacked meadow

Canine animosity quelled with wine

Whenever true reality becomes boring fantasy

Black Friday

Ah yes, the faceless are our future
Celebratory over shoelaces or milk
Somewhere, Salinger is vomiting in his grave
You have all the tender we can process
So why not spend it on some deformities?

Attack Of The Feeble Giraffes

How hard is it to see from your perspective?

So high seeing nothing but blue and white

"I am unique!" cries the naive stereotype

Too clouded from political correctness and pussy agenda

Too obscured from decades of chemical skin grafting

It's difficult for the poachers to know you're even alive

Wholesome

Stand back, don't get involved! This is between me and the little ones. They ignited a bomb at the school yard. Look at the skin all colored in diseased dreams. You've outdone yourselves this time. Hey, hands off! I said I can handle this. Go deal with the starving Ethiopian in our back yard. I hear they like radiation. Children, don't ever forget that life lays with big suits in a clouded palace. They don't want to start the flame in your heart. They only want to set the world on fire. When you were younger I said you would never amount to much but you've stood me up, corrected. Let's lay under an asbestos blanket and watch slow motion footage of cancer growing. It's the least we could do together. I'll tell the police you're risen beyond Saturn. Just tell your mother to whip up some more pox for dinner.

Sleeping

We've awoken from dreams of scripted households to a nightmare of a microwaved world. Instant gratification comes to the front door dressed in blood-stained Gucci, a warning tattooed on their fingers: “They've planted viruses in suburbia. Run for your lives!” No one's hip unless they run in a square and we're driving comatose. A shanty town has been built at Lincoln's feet, held together by dollar bills. The residents listen to eyeliner symphonies sung by an army of underage prostitutes (we gotta soften the shells!) Everyone plays Big Brother today since their peers shoveled artificial sweetener into the corneas. Dear uncle has decorated our faces with a money shot and asked “Are you full?” We're not even half.

Razing Paris

The uniformed men came in to sweep our town of organ dealers and smitten lovers. A posse of dust figurines met them at the city.gates. One proclaimed: “Let that which bends be eternally justified.” There's a boy lost in the town square and a girl atop the clock tower brandishing her sniper rifle, arteries high on sunshine and eyes flickering like static. She pulls the trigger and a bullet kisses his chest, leaving a cross. Borders were ripped apart as dolls melted into the salty breeze. We've been exterminated for the good of beating hearts with only a few hands missing on the incident report.

COMPLETE CHAOS!

UFOs circle above Small Town, America, probing the first borns and sending them off to die like unicorns lining up in a sniper's sights. The grains of sand under their feet are innocent fighters caught in the crossfire of camouflaged propaganda. The Earth's ceiling becomes black as a politician's heart as bombs heal it of ugly majesty. Meanwhile peaceful protesters impale the common man with picket signs reading "No blood for oil!" Riots are birthed for the cause of harmony and fires are set to cool down the tempers of citizens. All of this brought to your television by The Heart Of Man: "Forcing everyone into submission since the dawn of time!"