Monday, March 31, 2008

Sweat Dreams

Something about the
Destruction of entire
Cities turns me on.
Makes me feel sexy.

Thin legs in fire-
Bombed stockings
Small breasts fill
Total war tank-tops

Wrists like shrapnel
Screaming "Touch me
Touch me please
Herald of blight
And sexual disease!"

It Feels good to
See the dead and dying on
Comcast TV
Cause we, as better people,
Are not them and
It is great to know we have
A brilliant
Future filled with colleges
And health food and
Being green with politics
That don’t mean shit
For the rest of the planet.
Like the prospect

Of a bourgeois trust fund these

Thoughts turn me on
And get me hard while I with-
Drawal from bank
Accounts bending down to take
My receipt so
Lets believe in ourselves lets
Keep spending
On oil and war and stunted
That could care less about us
As beings but
Dig the deep pockets on our
Blue Levi jeans

Yeah, let’s do it Baby!
Let’s live the dream
We both grew up
Believing in...

Intangible things
Debt free with pickets
Fever white and lawns
Mowed vomit green

Lets make love
Craters, Lemon
Lets make