nail me to the swastika cause the cross ain't costing enough
rupture symbols, taste of hate at least it ain't lost in the cuff
you ain't Boston enough
to toss marathons bombs in the ruff
gone, the wrong interrupts and hanging puppets by the strings
tugging hearts, here's the rub
my marionette's still steel wool eyes
rise until the water level gets lost in your tub
blurred words tossing the drugs
over shoulders like bags of dirt, soiled genes, and a litter of monsters and cubs
might hibernate, when your fate decided it's time to mosh in the club
often, I must change frames
maintain the air of posh inert trust
unearth frost in her dust
stay floating, maybe rot inner lust
like the holes in my best friends teeth
have a bag of sweets, treats, feature feats
Evel Knievel wouldn't want for the rush
so put them spikes down and bleed
here's the need that seeps in your thoughts and your blood
illustrious dreams where the steam causes your top to erupt
your market shares bubbles bound to pop and pocket your rust
it's a locket bottle rocket gold record capsule
perhaps you'll see it's sealed and lost to earth's touch
opposite of crop circle dust
a games proper full cups
     of dice where the prophet woke up
to nod and wander propelled upon purple rugs
and note the strongest of smells Pavlovian bells make him long for the sun
sear bacon France is certain you're wrong when it comes
to making ponderous love
ridiculous
i'm wrong with this shub     so shut the fuck up
no i will not     keep my mouth shut

cinch and cut the riot struts put down the rock and sling
Sisyphus and giants touch corruption on a string
violins erupt and sing they're crying for the sin
of broken brains and hearts and shame
a puppet carving grins

an etching of a broken poem Goliath walked on pins

needles, shards of glass, bloodied grass
cast the bones and beg the past
compromising strategies which vandalize the wind

signal crossed synapses, stroke of genius now collapses
lost the random access, memorized a broken wing

a tires spoke and spring

we've spoke of this before while going crazy on a binge
but the history was purged as we journeyed towards the fringe

the fabric of our space and time now laughs and patches all our rhymes
with codes and brittle subtle signs
erode the pattern of our morning, how do we begin?

emergent dialectic, question liquid logic
linguistics looking for an exit
the conversation was a head trip and it left him with the spins