Odessa's Paperclip

A man with horns, scales and a bow
moves around a turnpike like a snail
commanding an army of ants attached to chains
like dogs on the fringe who think they're gods
in a race with a hare named Mike.
They're all part of the fourth reich.

Seeds surrounding snakes sprout tykes evolved from apes.
They live in a box as children dream of frost on the grass
heath lacing the nests where they get sheafs for his bow
passed pits of spikes, beaks, branches, Christ, ferns and gems.
They chew gum on the hike with the law in the net
made of sheet rock under the stars like war ;

plant a bean to the clouds brushing death and the flint of
ghosts with guts hitch a ride on a life with oblique roots.
The shrikes strike waves, avoid the bees and
smoke buds when they get back to the glades.

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Conglobe (a conclusion)

There is a con on this continent
once conquered, confirm contact.

Conscience is concisely conditioned;
a beacon of control blinks repitition. Confused?
Concede, conform, condemn, confounded by consuls
as conservative conglomerates contemplate violence.

The condescends come from balconies.
Consumers connect to contagious contaminates.
Contrails conflict under constellations;
the contingency cones from Francis Bacons.

It's a conspiracy concealed convexingly 
in a container filled with confessions.
The con concentrates on the steering.
The consternation considers.coconuts.

Put it to memory under stand.
They are on the evil side.

Continue.

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Only Darkening

I lie
on the lid
with a joint in my lip
lit

I'm happy with an ounce
hiding in my back pocket
as I stare at the end of the boundaries
through the fog but the sky is white
tonight an octopus ejects black clouds

It's no longer stable
here I hear thunder
strange there's no lightning
only darkening

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Wereworld

The age of man is black in formation
a gothic cosmos of virile fear

In lifetimes the planet's population changes
as regions battle in History's field

On Earth, as we float through space
they move E. toward a global race

It's work and the world pays
the designer and consumer

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The Illuminati

The Illuminati, it's ill.
It's you man. It's the Nazis.
It's nil, the oil ilk that ails us;
all of the law. They lay low
allies of Baal. Bills cracking bells
calling God on their cells.

They are the bull filled full
the dull dolls that fell in the fall.
They have the gull of a Gaul
as they hide in the hulls of hills
feeding men the jell that kills
while the lilies loll lulled by malls.
We'll meet them at the halls of hell.

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cars

There's an armored automobile
a buggy with basic cable
a chariot, a coach, convertible
a coupe, a dragster (fullsize
with a hardtop and a hatchback)
a whole heap of hotrods
a jalopy, a jeep, a limousine
with a midsize motor and
George Bush in the back watching Nash
They all race across the railroad tracks
roadsters in sedans, and stationwagons
subcompact pulling trailers
Here comes a train

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Drawn and then Discarded

Are hands, broken, able?
The cards I hold, a fable?
Is strength even strong?
Am I one note on a long song?
I don't know, like Tony Snow.
I'm only a dream witness.

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the state of things as they actually exist

A tree falls,
And if you don't believe me
it still exists
being nothingness

formless forms illusions
extensions of delusions
fool the eye paintings
fool the guy painting

a qualia only for you
believe what you want to be true
have others around you agree
see what you want to see

In a socially constructed reality
with reality enforcement
truths are not the truth
it's taken in our youth
The world is not everything
that's a fact, accordingly

A universe expanding
radiation surrounding
debunked in the future
or later changed by nature

assimilate the knowledge
hypothesize in college
predict the consequence
a bunch of nonsense
review the mistake
they make existence fake.

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It

I scream this from my loins:
Two sides of the same coin
both have the same goal
total control, total control!

To lead a corporate slave state
Bleeding from their pockets
they tell you to carry the weight
with sonnets in their wallets

The senate meets in secret
their summit is a template
a comet floats in orbit
pamphlets hit like hornets

the digits have a crewcut
wear a jacket and a helmet
the zealot shoots a bullet
I vomit in the toilet

hatchets in the parrots
shut our little eyelets
for climate you are forfeit
got to save the planet

the rabbit is a pirate
the carrot is a bandit
a faggot in a frigate
waits to hit a button

the starlet is the scarlet
the harlot has no exit
the hobbits got a trinket
for profit from a prophet

the audit budgets bigots
coveting on credit
they put life on debit
the market in a basket

put the despots in a casket
their soot is in the carpet
the pundits in their brackets
the culprit is a kingslet

the portrait of a poet
quixote in the quonset
a hermit with a locket
in a hut by an inlet

with the woodcut puppet
Oh, our hearts hurt for Gepetto
a ferret with a pinenut
painting velveteen sunsets

on tablets made of granite
pilates had a mullet
the spirit is a poppet
ratchet for a sprocket

the gut is on a diet
doughnuts and chocolates
the crumpets are magnets
for fat cat dragnets

banqueting with goblins
with goblets made of garnet
they eat biscuits in quiet
with valet transits

the piglets wiglet
butts fidget
in a net you're a cutlet
an ommelletes in a skillet

the abbot wears an agate
anklet and an armlet
visits the tenets
they're tacit and they submit

to triplets wearing signets
drinking spit from a spigot
their favorite fillets
gobble up the hooklets

the ballots in the bucket
poison in the faucet
the audience is crickets
cut the affidavit

cite the cop a ticket
shut the davy crockett
fight the frog and pickett
put it to the limit

the turrets fire streamlets
they're vile and I mean it!
Silverman said pullet.
What!? Admit it!

the gambits in a gamut
angels blowing trumpets
a poet as the pilot
Should I riot or eat sherbert?

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Man of Bloodshed

Speechless in darkness, not light
-gloomy darkness, no bright light
no one tells any truth so he stumbles
like a fool living up to his name, Fool ;
A tool worshipping idols and jewels
with mules to carry the loads wit fuel.
And secret handshakes, codes and feuds.

He killed an innocent man as he slept
and he never wept. He's never wept.
"It doesn't matter. God never cared."
He despises his hands, and smiles
at the dream schemes as his eyes fail.

Words concealed with violence
chase the oppressed and trap.
So easily he gets richer and richer.
So confident of victory and power.
He had no idea they would discover.
They're everywhere, and they rise up.
Without fear he is knocked down
just as a storm passing through.

His teeth break.
His violent arms break.
The scepter that smashed is smashed
and the light never came.

The King is a worthless man.
What he feared he received.
Captured on his own cords,
expectations unfulfilled,
he's going empty.

Every morning he is destroyed
and his memory rots.

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Obscure from the Light

Under roof, it's cold.
I hide behind a mountain
safely under thorn bush branches.
The wings flying above me rustle.
They are under the clouds,
on the dial
all before death and the valley.
They sing the song of tyrants.

Take ten steps back down the ladder.
It shouldn't be harder
but they are cast on the walls,
on the hills following behind us.
To the cities gloom is turning,
marks our days under lotus trees,
fades as quickly;  lies unbroken
in the silence of the reeds and the marsh.

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Man of Heart

The tide returns to the sea
flowing backwards in decay
out from the land of the stage.

Strength is fading fast,
flowing with industrial.
The power that bids the ocean
to disturb the even ground.

the hours of life shallow;
standing in the sinking sand
uniformly self-possessed
smaller in recession
dying in the cool breeze

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Bellium Omnium Contra Omnes

The gloomy asteroid of Hades, trickster of ladies,
receives the many with sighs and tears.
Well guessing, the bombshell frontier.

In Avernus crater on shore of Lake grotto,
where Mephites blow poisonous arrows,
under the dreary white moonlight of sorrow;
he deals the death-blow with Apollo's kithara.

Like a plague of pestilence, he flows,
wearing Perseus' helm of invisible,
down an endless stairway like Niesenbahn,
for an eon underground, the tunnel runs
into the dark aeons of mythological Trojans.

He plays a Thracian Orphic poetic lyre to mystery;
Ibycus' nightingale song buries the head of misery.

It floats along the Hebrus shores,
flowing forth as it never moors.
Adheres to love; premieres it dear,
forever seeking the forgotten sphere.

Like Heracles and Persephone,
And Antigone, the purse is phony.
Hades holds his oath like Philoctetes to the coast,
as he steals away what you dear most.

She who destroys the light eats pomegranate seeds;
becomes the maiden of death with archaic smiles,
the queen of the dead; the ruler of harrow
feasting with heroes under a dread gaze
in the Mistress of the Plesgian's unicursal head maze.

There is a petro glyph inscribed Linear B,
with Phoenician principle like Japanese writing:
"To all the gods honey;
to the mistress of the labyrinth, honey."

From the name of the rose to the house of the leaves,
the meadows borrowed follow destinies' breeze!
Symbols are merged in the books of black sparrows 
to kill the messenger measures devotions pastoral.

The transparent axon Dendron tree convects.
Under words crooked bridge, love society connects
to the flesh dream book, read the lady of notes.
Her body against time cries.

Man's ability plays off the hook of good riddance.
Their halos are broke with remorseless remittance.
Perpetually drowned in Phlegethon by Phlegyas,
until they are found dead by Virgil's [AE]neas,

Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt.
These are the tears of things, our mortality cuts to the heart.

Dislodge the spear sowed into your heart.
Dodge the Sophocles hodgepodge, thwart starts.
As the Mozarts upstart, the music restarts,
yelling out, "I will not sell out to fear!"
then punching out to the leering cashier.

Morals propel to the sub-cell of Greer,
wishing to be dispelled like a Shakespearean Illyria
on the twelfth night of dungeon hysteria.

Bay the bird-head staff. Kick away the raft.
That wades through the mythic kings of naiad
thru the wounded, wretched, hoard we knighted.
But don't look back, you'll find your-self stranded.
Atreidae reprimanded, exiled to Chryse
as a satyr faun, the scapegoat cretin
spawn, watching satire flee like a divine comedy.

Dip in the pool of memory
with the daughter of Gaea,
the mother of muses.

Awaken mistaken,
healed by Machaeon,
as your eyes open like Tiresias,
remembering late antiquities.

Drunk from Lethe
you'll forget your death.
Rejoin the battle of Orrises against Seth,
in the endless Titanomachy,
the war of all against all.

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Nimer

The King of Beasts sits
on a royal throne.
Greedy little Monkeys perch around him
as still as stone.

Fear and terror shrouds the land as he walks
angry through the taiga, to the swamps as he stalks 
lovesick deer instilled by fear 
of the many various predators.

They are senseless creatures
grazing in his territory.
They tremble and the earth trembles;
no courage and they quit breathing.

His only rival is the Spirit.
He is War and the General
under Dragon and Phoenix,
an old grandfather mascot
ridden by a ten arm warrior.

This evil sorceror shapeshifts
under a full moon and eclipses
master masquerading as human,
ghost striped, dark and vertical
with a cause for revenge like Montezuma.

Rebel heads go on a platter,
the executioner gets fatter.
He is otherwise likeable.

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no they will not remember

many people sound
as the wealthy exile
riches in abundance

the captives roar
multiply commotion

the horde rumbles
from all nations

tumult sounds
as population increases

death comes on pale horses
by them we have been pierced

diminished til
the road is deserted

the horde becomes dust
in an hour-glass descending

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