Link: https://youtu.be/wMidsSOybOU?si=zxkPAYdwhU9ZJsrT
Last days of normal …
Smoky lands
with sandy nights
bloody hands
dunk'n delights
candy cake fright
with clock
and sock
and block
left torn
below the horn
Broken strands
careless coughing
journey's height
well in sight
mountain song pass
out of gas
with stolen hours
and flowers
rough and sour
for the gang
spread
rough
guff
on fire
devour
100 GRAND
in the account
spending spree
jubilee
food and drink
spirits sore
at the stand
checking out
two bags of onions
and a can of meat
what do you think?
Your heart sinks
empties
residue dreams
you leave the store
galore
don't pout or plea
WHAT A CHORE!
kept alone
cut to the bone
hard as stone
bled dry
always HIGH
ever nigh
made from crone
$11.99
It's all fine
ELEVEN NINETY NINE
bottle of turnip wine
blog-meat
under the seat
dried out
saddle taste
don't waste
you found the burger
now cast your fortune
unwind
it's available
for $11.99
Cog-paste? - $11.99
Old-paint flakes? - $11.99
Moldy bread? - $11.99
Blood soup instead? - $11.99
Clem beets? - $11.99
Open bay hornet honey? - $11.99
Eleven Ninety Nine
everything is fine
Eleven Ninety Nine
works every time
Eleven Ninety Nine
for ONE OUNCE of beef
a body buried beneath
the never ending lie
a line to be crossed
and in the lost
with the ghosts
we find more
or most
of what's left
Fake wars …
“Fake wars don’t end, because they never really started in the first place.” – Dr. Freckles
I figured this out 6 years ago …
FUN-GAL?
TRUMP E.O. 14321
Only one solution …
“You can’t torture a sociopath, not really. All you can do is kill them.” – Dr. Freckles
JUST GONE … “RELOCATED”
“… and some of them just disappeared …”
(relocated into the soup)
*** anecdotal story from the KING COUNTY METRO bus stop, May 2020.
Some dude said, “Man, go down to the Seattle Center … Bill and Melinda Gates foundation is handing out food, places to sleep, free vaccine checkups.” (come see the paradise)
How’s the weather?
LAST FOOD
LAST FOOD
for the brood
the machine was crude
put me in a 'tude
as the fat burned off
a little cough
from the viral goo
and a smile from the screen
not mean
ever seen
when the twirled taters
and onion craters
crack your spleen
NOT GOOD
when the heart cracks
and the back leaks
as eyes glow in the night
no fright
just now
a yellow blight
a cow
a wolf
a bat
or a rat
all on sale
in the bale
blue and green
all in the TACO pouch
covered in RED
"Hope it's dead"
sad the grouch
SOME DUDE
too rude for service
sells slurry
kind of furry
near the ferry
his name was Jerry
"Get more slop"
and the cop
with fists of fury
pounded the poor beast
and in silence
a line so long
no song
just spilled grease
TELL JUDE
to put the fam
on the tram
go to the central store
a whore
named Jelly
in her belly
carries the protein core
a modest proposal
a deal of Molech stench
a bum on the bench
dies quick
sick?
hit him with a wrench
load the body
it's not naughty
a necessary pick
so slick
the last day for "Rick"
THE LAST MEAL
by the bay
with Jay and Sal
your tent pals
a sun sets
as the sky turns black
and food
on the roll
in the bowl
red and brown
with a frown
gobble it down
LAST FOOD
LAST FOOD
"FIVE MINUTES"
said the clown
at the gate
no hate
you just wait
for the last food
it's not too late