ballad of waterhead

he got a no name
he got a bunk prize
he got a skin rattle
he got a chin chuckle
he got a never limb
he got a breath waiver
he got a club nub
he got a paper bag

but end up
all he got was swell right up
and lay out to die
in a ray of grey light
from a vaccine sky

is this thing on?

testing testing testing



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destination meat

behold a corrosive vapor
wafting through the atrium of
forgotten wood

we, the lachrymose
full regalia and organic sailcloth
as burnt clouds

commander sipping a
julep, talking shop, talking
the time everyone he knew
was killed by friendly fire,
talking out the window

dripping guilt from every
hair follicle in the charring
heat, glasses on, lost

when you held my hand and wept
in the atrium,
i'm sorry that i stabbed you

it's all meat, right
it's only temporary

lots of things are a battlefield

we are not young
everyone knows we're wrong

today i coughed up
a ball of hatred, today
my oatmeal was cold
today i became a cloud

today was steps and flags

lots of things are a battlefield
only the penitent shall pass

Animaler

Had a fortune
Got a socket wreck
Got a wood shape
Now I feel it
Get animaler

Jumped eras
Turned on a hard drive
Sold my harem
Went down river
Get animaler

Piles of whatever
Had them all
Rained down a hell
Turned me burnt
Get animaler

Gunned down
Had a whale of a life
Saw the sights
But it's time to fall
Get animaler

Lichen grew
On the empty box
That held my soul
And what reward
Get animaler

story of ring current

young mr current
picked up the stuff
drove into a flaming sea of hope
took the day off
had incredible, grimacing sex
gleamed as far as anyone's eyes ever saw
became organization president
felt the normal force
whistled a favorable tune
had a lunch of milk
all was well
and the moral, then
remain steadfast mr current
fine days are calling

sorry-song

Kicking kids
The heads on the horizon
Weary gears crushing the nameless

Holes in the sky
A clasping mouth that goes on your mouth
Drinking ink from a trough
And choking on a bow
And we were sorry we ever
And were we ever

Kids go on
Right off the cliff
And we bat both eyes

And weary were both eyes

one port, no storm

a dinosaur sea stretched
not quite as far as
the eye could see

al chewed the scenery
said it was he, invented all
the armor in the armory

the night got old
our lungs had charred to dust
we drank in the cold

every night a new
finger in an open wound, in
retrospect it's all we knew

and time elapsed
and nothing ever changed
we made new maps

but never left the port of call
and the dinosaur sea dried up
and ennui killed us all