whimsical landmines

Whimsical landmines
Whistlin' pricks
Tra la la
Get fucked asshole

Dry Sockets

Mining pathos
From saccharine ore
I find you contentious
Lying in the bloody street
Packed with gauze
Mining sympathy
From violent ore
Vaseline on the lens
Camphor dollop
Cracked lips
Mining tears
From bone-dry sockets
Mathematics
Playing Operation
Touching the sides on purpose
Mining schadenfreude
From small talk ore
Here's that nameplate
Here's a pile of organs
Here you go
Wang

Subtle Pants; Microtones

Subtle pants
Microtones

The Ballad of Mike Jones (A Differential Diagnosis in AB Minor)

Mike Jones
Face dysplasia
Mike Jones
Prolapsed eye
Mike Jones
Anus clenching
Mike Jones
Triple vision
Mike Jones
Tub of wood
Mike Jones
Land sandwich
Mike Jones
Carbonated skin
Mike Jones
Clearly Canadian
Mike Jones
Feathered scrotum
Mike Jones
Crush syndrome
Mike Jones
Whale attorney
Mike Jones
Gibbon toucher
Mike Jones
Sympathy brew
Mike Jones
Chaka Khan
Mike Jones
Wild and free
Mike Jones
Quelle apathy

notes on exciting new taste combinations

brie on ritz
plus
gin and tonic
equals
blueberry
muffin

On Contracting Hemorrhagic Fever The Day After Christmas

Dry tree
Black blood
Gift wrap
Agony

tranny sundays

Tranny sundays
Me and Jack Flack
Out on the interstate
High fives and wonder
It was getting late

Tranny sundays
A case of cold reason
A jug of memories
Time slipped away
It was getting old

Tranny sundays
Down in the park
Only handjobs
We learned a lot that summer
It was time to go

It Is Brain

Brain
It is brain

Milk

Brain

Wood

Wood
It

B

MMMM
B

rain

It milk
It wood

Would
Brain?

It is
Milk
Mmmm
Brain
Milk
Would
Julep
Force
Gminski
Wood

Brain milk

Maximum

A small horn grows
In the field
In the canopy of death
In your wildest errors
A maximum

When we reached the end
Of the terrible trek
Sighs were heavy
Welded, ugly vaults
A maximum

The perils of time
The time of your space
The space of your life
Your life is in peril
A maximum

The salt has rotted
The metal clean through
Oxidation state
Electron acceptor
A maximum

Moles upon moles
Days upon eons
Sex upon stairs
Swimming in afterbirth
A maximum

A flying piano
A hint of breakdown
A fretless apocalypse
A stop-loss frenzy
A maximum

captain wizard

captain wizard
stands alone
nothing will
contain him

captain wizard
fights you hard
fights you in
toronto

captain wizard
wailin fierce
shredding hard
for jesus

captain wizard
what is wrong
with a little
captain wizard

def winds

Hark
Gather ye bros while ye may
A def wind blows
Bros
Hark
Come round my place
Have a weiner
It's gettin cold out there
And mighty awesome
In here
Thus blows
The callous breeze
Through haunted nasal passages
With burly symphonies
A breakdown
Of glacial proportions
While your viscera
Dance before your eyes
Surprise
A def wind
Blows
So gather round
Pour a cup of larceny
Savor what you've done
And weep indefinitely
Blow
Def
Finitely

rocking too hard

rocking too hard --
doing business with ghosts
paving your dreams
with sweat and cocaine
taking ghosts to the minimall
under cover of night
to shop at the dollar store
tying scarves to the
proverbial microphone pole
under a hair cover
signing ghostly autographs
at the virgin autoplex
carving symbols of virility
into your face
under cover of drugs
under cover of dreams
ghostly fills
shadowy licks
wailing, hardcore wraiths
look:
you can live the dream, kid
the ghosts are real
if you rock too hard

A Jumping Problem

Jump
Tasty kicker
Hell drive
Saver
Hey saver
Point the way
Jump
Problems are huge
Problems are now
Hell drive
Taste hell
Save kick
Jump
I said
Hell points
Tally up savings
Point up problems
Fucking
Might as well

Jump

hetero sunshine

Beta wind
Coats our ears
Hetero sunshine
Party time

In the days
When we were robots
Roller disco
Lines of entropy
Robot bass
We can't recall
But it was fractal

Alpha dog
Get in front baby
Hetero sunshine
Life is terrific

barnacles time

Heaven help us
Stranded choirboys
Sausage fingers
Barnacles time

Who can notice
Fields of charring
Brave and swarthy
Barnacles time

Night has fallen
Fall has risen
Penthouse letters
Barnacles time

Prayers for rain
Sinatra for chairman
Alas poor Yorick
Barnacles time

Heavens to Betsy
Betsy to shipping
Ship up, shape out
Barnacles time

Clearance low
Morale is high
Have a strong day
Barnaclops

a fall down house

in the land of toes
step lively
you have won
already
dress in folds
junk of worth
step on toes
in the land of tubs
butter chunk
it's a party
featuring animals
you live in
a fall down house
it is time
for apoplexy
fall down dress
chunk tub

wince for gonads

gigawatts (i've seen the future)

They found me
I don't know how
But they found me
Run for it Marty

No Doc
No

a concise failure

let's keep it minimized
friends
let's keep it dumbed down
let's all take it out
while a No One is looking
let's burn off our hair
with hot drama
and nuclear skin
let's fail hard
we are young
everything is happening

sirloin providence

We're taking chunks
We are

We're taking them out
We're matching campaign funds
We're soliciting sex
We're chunking out
We're getting free
Getting consumer
Getting lit on fire
The fire of guilt
The fire of chunk

Peeling skin off the burn
Boris Karloff
Peels your face off
In chunks

Consumers unit
Consumers unite
Sirloins stretch as far
As your mind's eye can see
It's chunks for me
Baby

Providence for nothing
Chunks for free

raw space

zumiez beatdown
i cashed in my scene cred
i got a pile of walnuts
and a handful of emergency
wringing out commas
from my dead hands
off time fills in 13/16
with a live salmon
wringing out sweat
into a denny's carafe
literally dripping with charisma
flashing wild teeth
and shit shoveling grins
american eagle beatdown
motherfucker
wringing out style
from your bloated face
here in this
rubbed raw room
i'll take your life
i'll take your space
grandma facebook
coma treats

+3 against hardcore

Polysaccharide Town

We're packing up
We're setting sail
It's time to rock
Polysaccharide Town

Where dreams are made
Out of the stuff
That dreams are made of
Polysaccharide Town

You'll meet your friends
You'll weep in earnest
You'll make the grade
Polysaccharide Town

Where seldom is heard
A four-letter word
Or a vagrant ghost
Polysaccharide Town

Smiles on the faces
Faces on the people
People everywhere
Polysaccharide Town

Guilt by association
Freedom by liberation
Reproduction by lovemaking
Polysaccharide Town

We'll hoist a glass
We'll pat your back
We'll slit your lying throat
Polysaccharide Town

A good place to live
A good place to die
Fucking hell
Polysaccharide Town