Deep Swimmers
Why in the hell can we make rafts out of
free flowing, ocean going, invented plastics,
and ignore the coelacanth in the room?
Are we high, or just stupid?
Who’s to say?
What does it matter when we
can vacuum fish out of the sea?
The Jellyfish know the answer.
Liquidated
When President Voucher comes to town,
your kids will be illiterate, but
feudalism is just an appetizer before dressage.
You will be fitted for a yoke,
a bulletproof harness, a
helmet and a mask,
then driven down into the muck.
You will get used to it.
It is OK.
EVERTHANGLLB…ALLLRIGGHT!
And they all say,
“Your president….
sorry, that impostor,
YOUR PRESideNt is just ‘a Jimmy Carter’…”
Remember that James Earl Carter told us all the truth,
and we, like happy, clapping seals,
voted 4 Reagan,
dug our own graves,
with coal fired electrons
and a crispy atmosphere.
We all believed that the Earth,
as a giant sphere, was completely willing to ignore us.
So we polluted the land, air, sea,
and outer space…
We released two GOLD LP’s
All the chilren sing:
“I never had Asthma b4….
nevwer lost my bre.. b4…
never…
Methinx that CHANGE HAPPENS
incrementally….
it is especially slow while you are paying no attention whatsoever:
It’s a pillowy, corporate, focused deviation,
a deviation that makes you believe that everything is going to be alright…
FOREVER.
You will probably be a very erudite ghost,
and you might be better heard
than you were here.
Why not give up?
Because WE Will not BE STOPed!
WE WILL BE ALIVE!
tHAT’tSSS THE fAX.
Junk Shot
We can force golfballs and galoshes
into the ocean floor for three shifts a day,
and not stop the flow of oil.
We can burn the corn that feeds us,
and still not be smart enough
to build the Flying Dorito.
We have fouled the Earth,
never even listening
to Jimmy Carter.
tiny plastic beads
.
.
..
tiny plastic beads
in my fish
in my fowl
in the ground
five thousand
feet down
.
.
.
……
tiny plastic beads
manufactured
all over the world
.
.
.
.
…..
tiny plastic beads
and bone meal since 1973
we all eat every day…
Critical Injuries
Like the dull thud
that a body makes
when it hits
concrete,
so the sounds
of explosions
echo
in the distance.
We want to be
secure.
Everyone wants
to be safe.
Like the site specific
pain one feels when
one has broken
a bone,
so our globe sends us
quakes and storms
in increasing measure.
Glaciers can only melt
for so long before
we all fry like catfish.
I own a car because
I need to drive
to the sea,
and get out of the car
at the end of the road,
and piss in the bushes
before
I walk
to
the bottom of the ocean.
Like in thermonuclear war,
I apply sunscreeen today.
Frack Volcano
Corporate Pressure drives desire
for steaks cooked between two hot magnets.
Resistance Steak is top of the menu,
served sizzling hot and
clicking the counter.
There is no hotter, juicier steak
on this planet.
MagnetSteak S-Corp LLC DBA Radioactive Beef
has sent me a letter urging me to desist,
and to give up on my idea for a
magnet steak sandwich restaurant:
Smashed Baguette.
Delicious: a hot crisp crust
surrounding steamy dough with
the most delicious magnet squeezed steak
right in the juicy middle.
You can get it with cheese and onions,
or the delicious magma
that always lurks.
The sandwiches would accomodate
for your fast food culture,
two hundred thousand
times a day.
Results may vary.
Junk Rock
There is something beneath the face of the Earth
that we all must have: it is energy.
It is electricity everywhere,
all the time:
IT IS Life!
It puts light and hot food where
and when we want it.
Clean Burning Bullshit.
Whether or not
you prefer
your flammable gas
plain or menthol,
there is a limit
to the tonnage
you can belch
into the sky
or under the dirt,
before you make
yourself extinct.
There is a limit
to the trash you can make.
Eventually you
suffocate yourself.
Behemoth
There is not enough fire on land.
We must build ships to burn fuel on the sea.
We must build massive floating condominiums
that convey passengers to exotic places:
these shore palaces will be resplendent
with the glisten of precious metals,
tropical fish and cut crystal.
We must even build ships to go out to sea,
burning while under way,
and returning to home port after
a brave gambling patrol.
These ships must pollute air and sea,
and return with copious debris
to fill our sinking land.
Our seaborne temples of gluttony must
promote avarice and vanity.
Everything must be ship shape.
Our ships must be in constant operation
everywhere around seventy percent of the globe.
Luxury cannot sleep.
We must promote luxury and comfort
to all land dwellers.
They must all see the benefit
of our
floating temples of gluttony.
We must make luxury constant.
One Hundred and One
Feudal society begets corporate sway.
One Hundred and One Protesters were
fitfully dragged away, screaming.
Corporate flotsam begets jetsam.
One Hundred and One Dolphins
suffered Nasal Congestion.
Chemical Toxins find their way
into your body,
but are only there
in trace amounts.
Why Worry?
We consumers are only
trying to be happy,
while One Hundred and One
people without cars
die on the road.
Hydraulics
Are we just big roaches?
Are we acting like giant rats
running rampant in our own house?
Yes, but we lack these pests’ dexterity:
decades populated with filthy smog and
hundreds of
atmospheric atomic test detonations
have left us worse off right now,
but we humans are scrappy, we wipe
our asses almost every day.
Yet we shit under the ground to purposely
force out fossil fueled farts.
Still, we insist on vomiting into the Earth
as if it’s a big toilet bowl…
always hoping the bowl doesn’t overflow.
