eyes still wide
someone will remember us you say
under the paint
I say someone will in another time
entrain us
remember us even in another i say
exploding myth
you say another time

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

my home is revolution
someone will remember us you say
in the canyons
I say someone will in another time
of wicked problems
remember us even in another i say
exploding revolution
you say another time

may day
super moon rising
nypd contract is now up
one econo dip from #occupy
“which side are you on boys, which side are you on?”

20120501-212351.jpg

#510. a poem in three words

December 20, 2011

a poem in three words

non-profit 
banking system

#413. classic recipe

October 25, 2010

beer and football
bread and circuses
its an old fucking story
seems to work for power
teabaggers take close heed
its an ancient form of slavery

disturbed
american
storm-dream
chromosome

how much tea in that bag
man?

the proof of evolution are those
who do not believe
in the fact
of it

how much tea in that bag
man?

fear sprays
ripples of insanity
permeate the ice cream
of spoiled american lives

how much tea in that bag
man?

we have
the right
to bare
arms

how much tea in that bag
man?

we are a democracy
we have the politicians
and government
we are responsible for

how much tea in that bag
man?

live to work
or work to live
or not to work
at all

how much tea in that bag
man?

if you believe that god
gave humanity free will
then you believe that god
believes in choice

how much tea in that bag
man?

disturbed by
the american
storm of dreams
deep in my chromosomes

%d bloggers like this: