Burn a Dude

I make a livin' from killin' myself,
Then I make a killin' by keepin' my health.
So burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you.

She said
"I want to be moved!
Like Jitterbug Perfume,
Like Molly & Lucy on 'shrooms."
I said
"Yeah, please seduct me
& crush me like you did
Up north with your
Olympic Peninsular Gravity.
Take me down
where
I can find a poem in the Puggy Sound,
Move in me -
Remind me how
Yellowstoned I got before I
Brecked into the ground.
Remind me your secrets that
Scrape in the night -
Let's get young,
Have some fun,
Watch The Age go ripe."
She said she said
"You sure know how to ruin
A girl's intention
That used to feel so right."

I make a livin' from killin' myself,
Then I make a killin by keepin' my health.
So burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you!

Smack, crack, Kerowhacked,
Feel it in your bones.
Sick, sack, Sazeracked,
Deja-Vu-Doo takes me home.
Can't argue with The Pumpkin King
In the darkest depths of Halloween.
I'm a particle of dust
& he's making me rust -
Won't exist by dawn if
This keeps up. . .
But wait, it's my
Precious black pup!
I'm resurrected by her presence
Just long enough
To quickly quit feelin' tough.
Up & out the door
Cuz I'm searchin' -
At the corner of Esplanade & Bourbon
& all this life I been drinkin'
Way too much bourbon &
Head's got to hurtin'
And annihilation's arriving
While the time gets to stoppin' -
Lookin' back it's a battle won,
But at the time that got stoppin'
I wasn't hip-hoppin,
But rather was thinkin'
'bout the one's I loved
& the ones that looked up to me,
How separated at my departing
We'll be.
The Disconnection Effect:
Now that's true Hell I can see.
No fruits been growing
So I'm cut at the spine,
Tossed into the flames,
No more prana to breathe. . .
But wait someone's calling:
It's a friend!
Now this is what's divine.
We get to talkin' &
Seven Rainbows surround me
(God's promise eternally) &
Realization that
I am okay. . . though a street sign I can't even read.
What was it?
The spun lack of sleep or
The too much LSD?
Ain't that some mystery.
Now down to Charlie's 'cuz
It's far past time for a Bloody Mary.

(chorus)

Salida means Exit &
I keep tryin' to escape -
But it just doesn't work
To drink too drunk &
Smoke too baked.
Where do I go, Lord?
What shall I do?
I ain't seen Burnin' Bushes
in some millennia or two.
Won't you talk to us like you
Did with The Hebrews?

The first
She was Tearin' out my heart,
The next
She's Tearin' into my sanity:
A young-grunge
With a sweet shy smile-
Got a big heart &
Pulsing dark vanity.
I'm the incorrect-injection,
She's infected insanity.
Seeking her voluptuous venom
I'll shed skin & show some scales
In place of this boring, fragile humanity.
We keep the deranged alive
In dungeons of the deliriously dying -
They're the decrepit insult to life &
We're scrub-puppets of
Subtly Slytherin dignity.
One night I keep falling
Inside her over-zealously:
Blasting March of the Pigs E.P.,
We find a connection but
She can see
I got
The fire-bottle-infinite-fuck disease.
But that's that,
And it's what I Be.
At least I don't smoke H
To keep it going on
With She,
But,
The coming weeks
Present a rebound woven with
Overloads of acid, beer, & whiskey.
Mucho sangre de Cristo &
I'm fallin' down some rough steps,
Blacked out & bustin' my butt
Behind the pub. . . just. . .

Can't resist a bender!
It's not the girls' fault.
I'm a glutton for gettin'
All smashed & forgettin', 
'Cuz he who makes a beast
Loses the
Burden of Reason &
Reality's Treasons.
But I'd never bender if
I wasn't a mender, so. . .

I make a livin' from killin' myself,
Then I make a killin' by keepin' my health.
Go burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you:

But that's not all, no that ain't it,
The whorled need to go get their candlesticks lit -
Now the wax keeps the flame from burnin' too much wick,
Now no K.O. when you keep gettin' hit.
Step into the center of Beta with a cranium packed with acid,
Let the bass invigorate the fire that kills the flaccid -
Alpha-Omega on a cross turns a cheek that's not passive.
We pick up the pieces & build Eternity's temple -
Get hammered & nail it down, the task is really simple.
Fast-talkin' cats blast past the crass,
Never knew a future that wasn't kicked by the past.

Roomy Ride

Wanna go for a ride?

I'll get you closer to God.

Care to join in a run?

Lift our soles 'till we're spun.

Hippy-gypsy hobo-scum:

We are The Light, 

The Chosen Bums.

I know where the 

Summer goes

When you're outta gas, outta car, outta road:

Nowhere to flow. . . 

Now here IS nowhere, 

So live there,

Even if you've got an

Address on Earth.

Leave your home, change your name, sell your stuff - 

Go insane.

Go for a ride,

We'll get closer to God!

Transcend with the friends:

Find the worth in rebirth.

I got a soul 

Full of 

Festival mud,

Feel my 

Heart's beat keep

Pumpin' the blood.

You hear the dirt in the wire?

Feel the Love in the fields?

Maybe I lost my shit. . . 

Maybe I found how to spit:

Maybe it was all a deem - 

A flip of the switch:

Turned it on to read 

Dimethyl Trippazine.
And if you don't know,
You'll begin to understand. . . 

Hold up,

Did I say that right?

Check it again 

Out loud,

Or keep imagining 

It's just as tight,

Getting silently scrutinized

When it's said in your head.

Wanna go for a ride?

Find my keys &

Just kidding let's use bikes.

I'll get you closer to God,

We're better off sped than right.

You might need a ride to Arise,

But you know I need a rise to a-ride:

Tit for tat and 

We both arrive. 

Let's up-the-gear,

Goof it off,

Don't tell me to get real - 

Join in for a joke.

I'll just do my job & 

You be The Spoof Boss.

Take a tip from 

A Downtown Clown,

Take a rip from the stuff:

A little-dabby-do-haha. . . 

Now it all gets turned around,

Now it's a sunrise set with

The Clownton Downs!

God Bless the Ghost of Wobbin Rilliams &

The Light that's been cast on this 

Beautiful Mess. . .

And I don't mean me or you - 

But rather the tents 

Which are unfortunatley moist & cool.

So walk to the back of the ranch,

Find a cow & squeeze out 

Some liquid moo:

Gotta get down on the 

Cinnamon-Toast-Munch - 

Time to carb up, fool.

Join me on a trot &

We'll dance in a bassy tube.

I ain't got but a bottom dollar 

Rolled-up,

But don't think I'm rude.

Cash ain't no end just a mean,

But where to?

Don't mean to be mean but we're out of school,

And the degree has graduated to 102.

I'm gettin' vertigo from

Livin' this life 

At the corner of Unlimited & Farenheights.

If your head's feelin' spicy it's 'cuz

I'm he'brewin' up some funk that

Could cut the air with a spoon, 

Like some of that stuff from 

Two-thousand-seventeen-too-soon. . . 

Now I'm-uh-slay all day

'Cuz The Word & Namaste is

The only Way.

Be a Guru-of-Gravy,

Not a child of "maybe": 

You know,

Keep the sauce in the pot - 

Get back to the tracks - 

We'll find the rhymes to enlighten 

If you spin up the wax,

Fly over the moon - 

Put a kick in the mix,

Rage the ship 'till

We crash The Eclipse.

Know Love

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump's.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

Playin' the fool

When you're payin' the rent.

What's the landlord's intent? 

Hit the trail, hit the streets,

There's a way, just use feet.

The Lord of All Lands

Will see you through.

Loaves,

Fishes,

Forget the dishes:

These fingers are made for food, yeah,

And that's just how we'll use!

Red & white,

Black-holes too.

I'm a Son of God,

Never to lose.

Never right, never wrong,

A dance of Dark & Light,

Not a morality poem.

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump's.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

Have a round on Him,

Pass it down, don't pass it up.

Give words

To The Word,

And to gov

What is gov's.

Now you got The Momentum,

Our existence is Action.

Come boogie through fields,

Find a Lover in Forever.

Can't stop & won't stop,

Keep giving The Truth.

Let The Funk have Its Way,

Don't abide by The Rude.

I'm curious:

Are you kind?

On the search, what'd you find?

Without to within: a reflected refraction,

Can hardly withstand The Ecstatic-Charismatic-Attraction-Reaction!

Oh, you know It's not odd,

Just blessed by a prescription from Dr. Seuss.

Now move in Me,

Until we're amused. . . 

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump'$.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

N'other

Word won't wait any longer.

Ink is The Blood,

The Body grows fonder.

Truth can't live undercover.

Manipulation awaits

For The Mind to falter.

"Where'd she go?" spoke The Lover,

Seeking some Mother. . .

But finding again only another other.

Tetra Hydro Cannibal

Back at seventeen I first drove through the 'burban streets
Surrounded by 'sylvan steam,
I met something so green,
Had to burn it down
'Cuz we didn't start the fire,
but my head's so much bigger than this town.

My simulated friend had a bucket-bottle piece,
We took a torch to the lid -
Man, I thought I was just a kid!
But it's time to grow up & get timeless. . .
I took a fork to my ego's meat:

Now I'm a tetra-hydro cannibal,
My munchies got me needing to eat
All the foolish delusions
Of the culture,
And institutions
That said "Who's who, what's what, and that's boss."

Another flame to the flower:
Finding the adventure that is "getting lost":
Little wizard wings down & pulls back the curtain -
I can't be certain,
But this Legoland dream
Seems to be where we were along. . .

Damn. . . that's called a gravity bong.

Hitchhike to Breakdown Street

Shalom ya'll!

Ya ready to actually really watch Rome fall?

We'll funk the neuronic system

Since sister Sara Tonin always does listen,

So long as all of the ears are

Open to hear. . .

(Please, without fear).

Never has to hurt

When ya fall in the dirt,

So never say never - 

Never drop the ball.

That Johnson was magic, 

Third parties know how to party, ya'll.

(Just ask, you know, give T.R. a call).

A gubernator does exist that 

Climbs Mount Everest, 

Grows ganja, 

And runs far along.

Now we gotta teach Donald's Trumpets

To burn the dead presidents. . .

Don't give 'em one reason to stay here,

For we'll turn the frowns upside-down:

With a compass of compassion & 

A cackle at The Crown.

2-3-74: P.K.D. could see the veil dissolved -

Denari in charge,

A sick delusion we'll solve 

From a Source that knew along:

Did you invent the wheel?

The Fire, did you steal?

Who can bake up Pi?

Who taught you to feel?

No pain no gain -

Even when you go insane. . . 

We gotta build you up 

Enough - just so we can raze 

The Zone:

Your so-called comfort-place.

The stylus needs a hard-edge

& the heart must ever break.

Goes by the name of 5-H.T.Pete,

Comes among us to get his panic beat.

Could run 100 miles for each beautiful basswhore - 

Go 100 more,

Give her the encore. . . 

You do want more?

Cuttin' up all the rugs on this glitched-out floor:

100 more & she'll let you through all 7 doors.

100 plus 'cuz you know she knows how to score. . . 

Whatchu standing there for?

Lost in a ketogenic hole,

See if a lil' sweet potato can't help you

Now to grow,

Since it is what it is 

& I Yam What I Yam.

My ambassador is Polish

'Cuz this mammal is ample.

The Lights get so damn pretty

When we color-them-rad

In these cowboy cities.

The mile-high meltdown

Bangs bigger than

Thor & the triggers of war.

Just a Kosmic egg hatching 

Kinesthetic in every possible direction,

With whispers of ecstasy:

"Hello you,

Greetings me,

Let's let Be."