“You can rely on yourself or God.” (check the time)

“You can rely on yourself or God.”

Yes – that’s where we’re at …

“But Dan, I live in a community …”

You really don’t know that yet, do you …

“But Dan, off grid …” – I’ll stop you right there … you still don’t know …

When it comes, and it’s coming, THEN you will know – after the flood.

OMEGA FORCE!

Omega Force is beckoning
a landmine going off
shake off the dirt
mortgage your soul
smoke that last BOWL
because OMEGA FORCE
has arrived

Don't be snide
don't chide the whale wrestlers
if you're reading this
beyond the track
in the waste-zone
near the dying seas
YOU ARE ALSO
OMEGA FORCE!

OMEGA FORCE
soldiers eat fast
when we make love
it lasts
long time
the bitches swoon
like a loon
she screams
not mean
"I LOVE YOU!"
OMEGA FORCE
loves you too
boo ...

currently
the STRAIT of HORMUZ
is controlled by
OMEGA FORCE
FLASH TROOPERS
SENT BY SPACE PLANE
totally insane
armed with knives
and hatchets
and rusty chains
their triumph
is a moral victory

OMEGA FORCE SKY NAVIES
dishing out brown gravy
making a lazy susan
and an old HAG
lose their legs
as OMEGA FORCE DELTA SQUADS
show off their bods
on the hot wheels
display

OMEGA FORCE SOLDIERS
are always ready
ready for FREDDY
ready to get rocking
and take the train
to funky town
crimson gown
worn by HER
just a bur
in your foot
but keep running
and soon you will see
VICTORY

OMEGA FORCE TIME
is not normal time
it is measured in bullets
and brine
and cotton weave sweaters
and bloody old tampon factories
where it gets messy
and your home
burned and buried
is forgotten
in the slime

OMEGA FORCE DRESSES
like the streets
nothing neat or fancy
just chancy hookups
and love quadrangles
made of power puff pudding
and red jello
we are NEVER SEEN
or believed
because we skeeve on the edge
near the ledge
where the rat curdles collect
and doughnut masters relent
before the coming storm
if you are homeless
YOU ARE OMEGA FORCE
X-RAY BLEEDING EDGE
NIGHT WARRIORS!

OMEGA FORCE is PLANTING CROPS!
soy and corn
porn drops and cum apples
peach butt fuzz tangerine plaza
with cupped inserts
and plastic end caps
we planting CUKES
and tomaters ...
potaters and gravy ...
old navy piss beans ...
sights unseen
by cantaloupe sailors
and salad foragers
and turd gerkins

OMEGA FORCE SOUP
is spicy and exciting
containing mint worms
and lice bandit sausage
the kind of glue goo
better than stew
made for HARD FIGHTING
and lightning fists
and last wishes
before the flood

OMEGA FORCE PATROLS
are in your town
right now
ready to POUNCE
for the last ounce
of rainy night FLIGHTS
and grease raids
and stripper banshees
separate from the beast
unleashed
and fresh

OMEGA FORCE KINGS
are hard charging stallions
carrying GLASS SPIKES
and NAVAL cannon moss
no special colors
just regal and proud
and they're ready
as the sun goes down
to put on that crown
and beat that meat
raw

OMEGA FORCE BURRITOS
are made of BAT RUB BACON
and chigger-cheese
they please your belly
like a jelly turnip dancer
and the answer
is POWER POUR
and sweet gravy
and old tired murder

OMEGA FORCE
NEVER SLEEPS
we're up all night
what a SIGHT to see
for you and me
those warrior cats
roaming
foaming
unstoppable and angry as FUCK
never taking a rest
only the best
put to the test
OMEGA FORCE SUCCESS!

OMEGA FORCE RAINING
from above
like airborne dagger hawks
stocked up
on hooker wine
and the race is waning
and there's no feigning
disbelief
because it's a relief
when the ceiling fails
and we go off the rails
and drain the wound
hear the sound
hit the ground
like it's training

OMEGA FORCE MOURNS
for the scorned whiskey travelers
and gypsum gentry
teaching wasp class
catching sea bass
as the wind sweeps the plains
and their gains
are a forlorn hope
a big cope
because the enemy is near
crack a beer
eat a burrito
it's neato
when OMEGA FORCE
is finito

Several of my OMEGA FORCE comrades live NEAR YOU ...

On the streets ...

Hiding out ... in plain sight.

Watching your house at night.

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

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