My toddler is pleading for toast
Feet planted on the kitchen floor
His simple hunger eclipses
The fading disaster of a broken toy
Tears that started just five minutes ago
Then ended
In my mind
Einsatzgruppen push ever eastward
Rounding up the ancestors of my daydreams
And gunning them down in makeshift pits
Over and over and over again forever
Lest a single thought survive
Lest it procreate
And its offspring cry for food in a Western suburb
The Grounding of the Ever Given
The Ever Given was a whale of steel
A skyscraper from bow to keel
Chasing ports from deal to deal
She plied the ocean slow
Bound for Rotterdam one day
She entered Suez straightaway
The crossing should be child’s play
But the Devil’s wind did blow
High-o and round we go
The Suez shuttered and too damn slow
Heave-ho with a tiny backhoe
We’ll set that lady free
In desert deep a dust storm grew
Across the ship lanes raging blew
The Ever Given chugging through
Could see not where to go
The mighty gust which whipped and burned
Hard to starboard made her turn
The Given’s prow sank in the berm
Her stern spun round in tow
High-o and round we go
The Suez shuttered and too damn slow
Heave-ho with a tiny backhoe
We’ll set that lady free
Fat with toys and oil and corn
Canal she’s blocked so round the Horn
Weak supply chains choked and torn
With two more weeks to go
High-o and round we go
The Suez shuttered and too damn slow
Heave-ho with a tiny backhoe
We’ll set that lady free
Moloch – Mammon 2020
My adipose, my leisure
In collapse I wonder
How we will revert
How our grids will overgrow with opera leaves
When we find ourselves
Back on magical time
The mottled stone, the protein pill, the breaking cough
Each moment laid naked to be sacrificed or squandered
Hey, Collapse!
Come strip my robes, I’m ready
My adipose
My leisure — take ‘em
I am a snail asleep until I feel
The crack and pierce of my shell beneath the boot.
Gather it up
Gather up all the beautiful things
Ever written
Ever drawn
All the songs and teenage dreams
B-sides, napkin lyrics, campfire stories and librettos
Ball ‘em up into a sticky wad of hope
Now pack it good and shove it
Shove it right down History’s hole
Shove it right up to the elbow
Fungal Fruit Body Blues
Went out walkin this morning
Had to get some fresh air
Bunch of fungal fruit bodies
Pushin up everywhere
Hey now, pretty mushroom,
Weren’t there yesterday
Hike that skirt on up higher
Let those spores blow away…
Mushroom mushroom mushroom,
Always more than you seem
Share the Earth with your neighbor
In your mycelium dream
In your mycelium dream
Your mycelium dream
Herald
Hello, fellow wolfies!
Loosen your collars
Circle the mansions
Cordon the streets
God is the greatest!
The god of the Dollar
Cut down the traitors
Who rise to their feet
This is your hour
Your maelstrom, your making
The poem of Power
The physics of meat
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Cloak and Dagger
Cloak and dagger
The world is fried
In the glut of oil
That we found inside
Stare down the field
Where the weevil creeps
Sine wave of bug song
Summer beat keeps
How many ways
Can this long march end?
Dying up north
Like the Grizzly Man
Or face down in sand where
Camel spiders mate
Your debt’s all paid
Now we clean the slate
Even beetles listen
When the calm rolls in
Fireflies flush with
Luciferin
Starlight shines
On the mucus trail
Kneel down and
Worship the silence
Military Spending Bill
IS SO HARD KEEP MASTERS HAPPY
THEY EAT OUR HEADS AFTER MATE
NEED MONEY BUY MORE TIME