Poems

Questions for Leader O

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Who or what is it that
eats up your life
Obama
and makes you age
like a meth head
do they drug
you threaten you
confuse you
if you don’t say
what the teleprompter
instructs will the chip
they planted explode
will earthquakes
and hurricanes
strike vulnerable populations
and you will be blamed
but Bush donated $10,000
from his personal
bottomless Skull and Bones
account, what WASP
exclusion is used as a lever
to break and powder
your striving soul
that has worn
so many masks
have they promised
your family a bunker
and what reality TV
will you watch as the world
burns can I send you
a Stradivarius
no I insist what is the key
for frack zombie family
decides to snuff it
I dunno but
its fun

The Tremor in the System

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Declarations of personal
power which then allow
for submission
to the overwhelming
majesty of nature,
they are inseparable
but distinguished.
Your shoe is untied,
and your mind control
towers are going blind.
The casual, slow,
mutation creeps
into your plans.

No Idea

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Worth became
the use of no idea
to produce the new
which was just a
reflection of the undigested
and the spread
told us about the head
everything it said
in the land
of the living dead
there was
a connection
and a spark
in this labyrinth
could kill
the minotaur
paint your goal
on this wall
into the outlines
of the shadows
well 9 to 5
I think 2 gallons
of gas and less
instagram I give
to the rich
and have a better
person election
each hand holds
a palm reading
and remote viewing
via fingerprint
there’s a minotaur
in my thumb
and there’s no way
out for the ego
does that compute
this shell so involute
your vermicular mind
with its shadow painting
caves quoting the Bible
there were always slaves
therefore I will
take your furniture
there’s a crisis
in the casinos
and Wall Street
watch the notes
travel hand to hand
like mandalas
etched into the sand
would you be shocked
at all to see it unfold
showing the horns
you messed
with the bull
truth crime
veni vidi vici
stab me
baptism with blood
renouncing Satan
a golem
in a Bishop’s frock
chew this cud
in your pew
the rest is a crock.

Watching Documentaries with Ghosts

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Balancing a triangle
on my eye
living the endless
die
racist
against myself
shelf death
coding bars
sneaking them
into Wal-Mart
to enrich the Waltons
increase the 1 percent
and reduce yourself
I must decrease
depopulate the ghosts
these crowded
haunted hotels
got me down
they whisper to me
“Watch a documentary
the one where we’re real”
I’ve got no power
except to fate your seal
these are just fiat lines
they mean nothing at all
and I sell them to myself
in the brave of the land
muffin top removal
chained to a baker
saving the muffin tops
feeding them to homeless dolphins
death or a cage
all the tombstones
will be painted blue
and we’ll rot
under a Smurf village
Gargamel will eat
our gravestones and trip
out performing Satanic
rituals using Azrael
as a living altar
and getting picked
up for animal cruelty
you can’t go off grid
Silly Gargamel
tricks are for grids
death or a cage
painted your home
red and dissolve
into the high fructose
epicyte sea
no sperms on me
antibodies and ebola chips
clean up in aisle 666
somebody poked
a hole in the jew-bearing
crucifix B’nai B’rith
or was it the Mossad
this ain’t the 60s
surveillance is so passe
it no longer matters
what you have to say
Mother Nature died
yesterday and the rear view
mirror is replaying
your transformation
into an android
and now every street
is that one you always
were told to avoid.

Screaming in the Tents

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Self-defeat leaving the body
with pills and electricity
god was no better
than Big Brother
the Freudian state
wants love choreographed
the libidinal goose step
with footprints
numbered on the enemy faces
how many times
did that hand
guide the cross hairs
over the anonymous threat
when you awake
your dreams are still wet
the dancing master race
WASPS in the hive
where there’s no point
in being still alive
the NWO comes into view
with Dan Quayle hanging
on a nail with the Jew
the model youth
for a world without a clue
collected body parts
arranged around interesting
factoids pulled from the ears
of a pig biting an apple
this is your non-future
opposites and Che Guevara
do not controlled futures
produce on firma terra
incognito the victims
tell you we will not
the victim play
when in doubt slay
where nothing gold can stay
a Federal Reserve
and a burgeoning curve
that pre-dates your dissent
security in conspiracy
won’t give it up for Lent
Church Of God
it’s just a COG
and justice is rising
on Fortuna’s spokes
when destiny whispered
death was laughing
at your jokes.