Some Straight Up Seuss

So, what was it, fine tots
so powerful as to actually stop
the monstrous-bronterous
industro-slaughter thingamabot
way back there
in the screaming melting skin
of Viet Nam?
The Press, before bought!
Black and white images
that they brought.

Not all caps and meme,
Libtard and scream.
Scroll and troll and
Quiz phishing scheme

It was pictures in living rooms!
Ones of broken boned babies strewn
and fried humans still crispy, on News.
Hey, wait is that Jimmy
next to the dead child's shoes?

Televised mobilized
so America could SEE the victim eyes
and to streets, rally 'gainst so-called War
Write your Senator!
Stopped the Nixon and the fixin too,
so show us what you do GIJoe, and cut all the rap.
We need more bloodsoaked
camo snuff films, and
limp child Mom arm
magazine rack.

Anything to stop the endless
ringing of empty word "toll."
Cuz it's about to all happen again
while we all just scroll.
They took the punch
right out of your byte
and now you need it bad
right in the f'n face alright.
Look at it!
Snap your head back
and scream.

Today’s your birthday.
Blow it out and dream.

As So No Below Above

Day on day Mankind 

tricks itself into seeing things 

not for what they truly are,

but for how they appear

obstructed in his plane.

Cursed cursed brain. 

Turning sky

to endless plane.

How we walk right 

upon foundation 

and peer up into veil, 

but never can we 

tilt to touch the Two 

truly One at sail. 

Can we ever grace our underlying Essence and beyond the Eye go Mind?

Orb it is then!

Bearings on big ball

round and round we'll go,

Helios hilarious, 

grunts grinding out 

Great Wheel show.

Sunny Side Up

Everybody 

just assumes their 

superior durability, 

Their stretching 

beyond all 

real measure.

Eventually though 

words break, 

and the yolk of truth 

is ours 

that's cooked up sizzlin'

some King's breakfast.

Peril Eyes

Not interested maybe

but more likely

truly Terror indeed

if nobody dares 

to click 'like' some creed

Deerlit roadside frozen eye

not dare show controversy any side

Stomp firm confrontation's stand

for sake a label or red band

To say something whole room

shove face peripheral elephant

fatten more more heavy gorilla

stick out clean hand 

big toe finger throb.

No though. Face mob.

I'm not like that guy

in fact

I kinda hate him

Wonder at whole world 

levied oceanic flow.

Outspoken 

means a prison

of the words 

only so far in Truth

one should really ever go.

He Went Back For You

Two two o'clocks 

I have just seen. 

I existed, 

this hour no more known 

to time! 

And soon moon sun dance

together rise, 

all confused 

and in the same spot stalled...

one.. will take the lead 

I surmise.

Someone 

took a bite outta the sun...

the dangerous, dangerous

clocks.

Pillowpause...

Oh well.

It's dusky for dawn 

that much is apparent, 

and the crows sure know. Horizon obscura though... 

ice crispies the leaflawn 

as I search the sky 

for moonpie 

Machomp-gone. 

My paces quicken, 

and still all 

copperysalmon coldsky

chimneypuff ... 

alas sunrise moon 

hides behind same houses,

same trees, 

but I see its fiery light 

on distant treetops. 

And that is 

the Sunday sermon.

SamHainGusts

Skywash

the few cold stars tonight

after gale 

and limb-shred leaf

tornado torrent tropic

some flooding rains ago.

Crystal air

I stood out tonight

whence baseball dronecry

warm in box happy in bar

bluelit drunkfaces hugged

I craned to you, in cold

and gazed.

Fallflood summergone 

in just one night 

'fore clock back

dark Mondays on.

Mercenary Me!

Here's the thing.

Freedom for oil

is not your pumping gas

at home.

But the trucks 

and planes and drones

of imperial world Police 

Congress 

is all ashudder 

quidproquo look at Joe go 

but gives a shit not 

your boys in uniform 

rented a

murderous King.

Protecting fields everywhere

not fighting enemy on them

Stealing from the weak.

Ludicrous Ludwig

Sunday school

wet-day Wittgenstein

pondering why poetry 

really is my thing more 

than snarkposting

all breadbox on Bookface

self choral sing.

Shuddering shoulders awake

depends upon 'games' 

played alongside the River bed. But they have you by the Stream.

Conclusions to which you're led.

So merrily, Verily, 

we go now asea.

Mental Pictures studios

Disney there, broomsticks dancing, and me 

really sweeping up

the room.

Aristo-peers

So obvious now 

right down to his name

the man his skin like gold sun 

is a living TAROT card

not for Putin puppeteering, 

or Crimea River pro quo

but for the entire 

billionaire class here

Congress 

and their Davos darlings sass there,

no borders aristo-Peers so known. 

Duncecap distraction 

daylight theft 

the paid classes, 

with Parties and all... 

Jubilee genocide

invaders interference cried

raising billions 

for politician buddies 

to pay media buddies 

for ads and News 

same named conglomo 

same P&L bottom line bongo, 

same Art of Deal 

fat cats golf club swing your gains duly missed.

We're played 

at a casino Tower alright, 

but it's called the 

Pillars of Distraction.

We The Interference

Wouldn't worry
so much
about the Russians
this twenty twenty tried.
Spirits of Darkness
in high places
simply need posses
body and limb.
Robot
inside your own hide.

Swipe left
click like
finger swipe
the scrying screens
of true power.
Black oblysk palmsized
greasy finger Host
our each and every hour.

Tapping glass Morse code.
TrueHack body slack
and all y'all
think you're Big Mack
and opinions
and information
shape the Big Mall.

Evil isn't Ruskie do.
Evil, turns out
is our lazy Regan spew
puking Mother over priest
Lakehouse
with opposing view
And this Election goes on
and on,
Darkness so high above
the heights we want
to reach.

Company Be

They switched it
the here and Now
the essential sensory
the being and how
That God needs to drink in
taken away
teleported
Into tiny screens
cast daemon "whole world"
black boxes handheld
and mounted flat wall meld
Full of stories, written
so very tall
Fear and loathing
and Trump-ette call.

Kubrickon sounds alarm.
It's the Bugle Boi from Company Be.

Commercial Narrative
fills all the fear in tanks.
Pipes it to Affiliate pump.
Now called your Local News.
Gas up!
Sports and weather.
No birds or feather.
Coplights flash on couch patterns home
no backyard lounge rest
as the sun slides by
all day long.

Up comes moon.
What happened today?
What's in your head?
Certainly not the stars.
Crickets and frogs before bed.

All lull miracle must battle
electromagnetic leach
and each arc mounting
at least I know
there's beach.

GIF Hoarse

Add a GIF to your post.
Search no Hitler.
Hyperinfotainment
is here.
Why express
when you can just
meme what you say?

The furious funnel
of regurgitated images
forms a new language
of corridored Narrative,
mainstreamed channels
followed in mere wake
of commentary.
Emoticon reactions
with no Say. 

The meaninglessness
of information
speeds up
hurricane force strong, 

Invokes second Flood
not Coming
all mankind.
Twisted Sister
Black Hole ride.
Laughing all the way.
Brains awash
the reaper candy.
Barking bourgeoisie.

Smile Boxes, Screaming Trees

The symbolism
is no longer talisman.
The word,
no longer symbol.
Meaning
not polarized, but flipped.
The Times End is here.

It all rages now,
all fronts,
full on.
The whole sky
is false,
and getting away
with it
because
we're stroking
mirrors darkly
down here.

Flat?
She's dead, Jim,
and you keep throwing her
a ball!

Martian ice
and singing stars,
the only hope ...
Lies in wishing jars.

Aliens we are,
UFOs the white blood cells
Gaia fever epic storm.

Indiginous rape
It's is all the norm,
pretend lines and names
instead of things they are
and hate before love byfar.

Occupation.
Siege. Dirty tricks.
Wedding tent slaughter
from un-Wright-brothered laughter joysticked so,high above.

Capital slaughters Great Mother,
and sprites of her unseen
Joan of Arc now unleashed.
The Gate opens,
but only
as the meadows burn.

Earplug

Don't wanna hear it
I don't wanna hear it no
war and cheat and lie I know
Don't wanna hear it
it's Friday yo
why you gotta bring that up
when I know the jig is up
but there be now beer
some red wine near
imbibery elsewhere
and soon I know that
I am free

Don't want it
but it's still all me.

Frequency and Wave

Overheard bird.

Cicada, twisty
tsk tsk tsk
nightpulse yes
but painful day cry laser
hurt your ears down here,
so many. O

Every once in a while
nightswimming
one drops
from the treeline
into the pool
hissing all the way down
like a bomb.

Then
It flops about
like a struggling bat
till we scoop it out.

Frequency caught
chlorine lamplit wave.

Tycoon Eleven AM to

Times ten
they spend
welfare subsidy
big tank oil
pipeline Native soil
than one time
on Education.

10x for tycoon.

Industrial paid lobbyists
have Congress' ear
and hold on career,
fancy wined and dined, campaign pocket lined.

Mrs. Crabtree's
3rd grade homeroom
teacher's got
some good cardboard
and foamcore plot.
Just can't seem
to get in and get seen
and ten times is an awful lot
and really kinda mean.

Bugganapolis

Markets
are for fleas.
Track
is where it's at.

Ratchet racket
scratchit
irritated night
crickets
and bugs bigger than
fence pickets

chachacha
CHUCHCHACHA!

Race car pit stops
socket set fields and
peeper cheer crops,

speedway biomass
in cheer the flyby
numbered chariots
of Southern night.

Norman

Flickering torches
make shadowdance
the darkness of treehollow,
a most welcome nightlight spirit, that soon splinters into gold-sprayed glitter as fireflies paint the lower charcoal sky above.

And now Moon, full of herself still, peeks out low and coy from behind some far branches, as if Norman's bright mother aloft at the Bates Motel.

Higher, stars are trying.

Stairway To

I know no one cares
why worry of stairs
with a boxcar pullstring all fancydoors,
each level split part with a bell?

And button.
Lobby, please.
Are you really going so up?
Hoisted on some hull a narrow crane?

No no one cares.
And that is why no one gets carried away,
for only those feeling the wind of wings,
who truly went down flights
and back up steps,
know an Angel's even there.

Heavy Gate

Hey.
If angels fall
then they are really
more pulled
to Center.

For,
roundy globe says
there is no true falling,
only an attractive force
to dense ball,
smaller thing.

Repel and attract.
The Ball
it pulled them in!

Nobody fell,
but nobody
went in either.
That is true Eden

This attractive Ball
for which we all fall.
Self centered at core
and a glass shoe,
gourdwagon dreaming
of Prince.

What Jar is This?

Bright patches
of fireflies
strobelight the dark shroud
of treetops
out back tonight.
I like
how they mimic
flickering stars
in the murky skies
above.

Nature's night neon
seemingly connecting
to some far off song --
as if every back yard
its own handheld mirror
of the cosmos.

The irony ...
a jar of fireflies
a timeless icon,
when this nocturnal luminous magic
I witness now
goes ignored
for a singular silent collective
of sinewaved flash edits
street after street
flickering TV screens
lighting up people boxes
instead.

First night Back on Ocracoke

There is only warm goldlight
and plunge pitch dark here
squawckbirds
and then vacant space where just was
continuous coconut cocktail breeze
Barechested bronzeboys emerge
on bike from darkness
ride past fast
watch our toes their tires go!
Just beyond
our Florence Nightingale lanterns swing.
Skateboarders sound far
and then sear ears and gone.
Just pure Elements left
when you your circle defend
the Island home.

Rumblestiltsken

Dark as night
thunderstorm 9 AM
makes it seem school daze
prep day
don't wanna go
anywhere today.
Not very weekendy
for respite rising
but somehow
quite nice too.

Majesty

Oceans call.
All I need is the shore
against my way...
to feel the wind and deafness
while standing at the threshold
of tumbling waters
pulverizing rocksolid form
to grains of beach
weaker than my footstep,
to feel All-one and not Alone
amid meditation
vulgar as a daydream
taking in calm horizons
halfway out to nowhere really,
and the foaming tumult
left between
my happy toes.

Time Travel Tonight

The day clockslide
last in to spring
hangs misty,
must leap ahead.
Bare trees feel
its very dread, this...
Time.
Drain in
pretend the moment leapt
is not one Grimm.
Feel it, Saturday Sunday lose
shrugging its cold shoulders bruised,
grayfingers gripping bath tub rim
bumpstepstop ticktock your barrel.