christian beasts

Christian beasts
In the forest
Making arcane hand gestures
Living real hard
Fur on the cross
Ghost pans in the stream
Moss on the teeth
Teeth in the wind
Living real slowly
Worms on the mount
Sermons in the wind
Tablets for arms
Legs for teeth
Ghost branches for crosses
Not doing anything wrong
Living teeth
Undulating wildly
Jesus in the stream
Jumping out of your teeth
It's a hell of a week
Christian beast

human plant

climb out
police the elementary
have a job
get ten thousand mortgages
die in a recliner

human plant
1950-2010

gibbon punching (don't)

For you shall not
Punch any gibbons
About the face

For you shall not
Want of gibbons
Just leave them alone
Okay

For what is wrong
Shall now be as
Decreed by law
Section IV
Title IX
Paragraph III
Line XVI
Look right there it says
Don't punch any gibbons
Stop it

For this offense
You are to be left
Gibbonless

on device touching

someone touch the device

someone touch the device
hand lull null
make them fingers go
little tiny fingers
little stalks of fleshy gold
clap clap clap
clop clop clop
horse hands, jazz hands
fingers hand
negative not-toucher

now you are legally required
to touch the device

someone give me a hand here jesus

comme un G6

comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6

comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6

comme un G6
comme un G6
COMME UN G6,
comme un G6

comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6
comme un G6

it's hot and time travel is hard

frizzle frazzle
sizzle


i'ma here from future
i need to cool off

ow ow ow
ow

quail jam

my fingers poised
directly over the keys
on the keyboard
as i type the words
into the field

quail jam

nothing doing pal

swimmin robot

swimmin robots

halcyon mornings
out on the bread tanks
on the road to
america

disabled for two hours
due to maintenance
due to
thor fucking loki
in a motel 9

swimmin robots
all salty all rust
all getting they syrup on
on the road to
dallas

dystopian bread mine

tiny skeleton
malcontentedly chipping
away at the slim little
ghost vein
of stomach gnawing ore

he opened up his mouth and
then the breath came out
all twisting and swirling
around like little tendrils
of black bread

20 years later long since
the canary died
squaring off with god
at the gates of the
denver international airport

please keep clear
you are delaying the departure
of this train