let me tell ya li’l story ’bout a man named Barry
English: Nobel Peace Prize 2009, Barack Obama (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Let me tell ya li’l story ’bout a man named Barry Another corporate puppet for the Military (Industrial Complex, that is) He says...
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A House of cards, with one level stacked ontop of another. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) been livin’ in a House of Cards waitin’ for the sky to fall and all my friends they live there too we’ve seen the...
View ArticleAngels walk among you.
English: Cloak of Conscience from the front (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Angels, people, they walk the streets among you and you don’t even know That beggar on the street you gave a dollar to made you...
View ArticleSpare Some Change
Drunk PIrate (Photo credit: OpenThreads) This is a poem I wrote at the height of the Occupy Wall Street movement in 2011. To listen to my first reading on SoundCloud—-> <click here>...
View ArticleFulminate of Mercury (in retrograde)
Mercury And Spot (Photo credit: makelessnoise) Mercury in Retrograde just before I go on a Surprise Honeymoon. Voter apathy among sheeple with an appetite for clicking reward buttons. Wach auf,...
View ArticleCome Tomorrow, Try Again
Sun Pillar (Photo credit: tomhe) Notes and vocal tracks for a song I am working on for a friend’s band in Georgia. There style is jam band and I had started writing this several weeks ago and words...
View ArticleJesus and Friend, Down on Front Street
I picked up Jesus on the corner of Xrosswood Drive and Main he had no dime to take of His own Sacrament to rejoin the Flocking spent on broken glass and and stockings stuffed with yestern pain coasting...
View ArticleThe Precipice
Precipice (Photo credit: Wikipedia) I A T (G) P XVII Being of Sound Mind Body do bequeef my wordy goods to: The Ethers This lonely keyboard This maddening planet I call Home and when I finish word will...
View Article23rd Psalm, Gospel of the FSM
The Flying Spaghetti Monster is my Shepherd I shall not want pasta He maketh me chow down in Italian Resauraunts He filleth my gullet He leadeth me into the paths of Righteous Penne for His name’s sake...
View ArticleWarmer ‘neath the Bridge
Warmer neath the Bridge saint crackhead stood outside the store he never asked for much he helped old ladies with the door and had cold bread for lunch he lived in sartorial squalor underneath my...
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