Spouts the Privileged American

Tonight
Lords and Lassies
We witness a history
That has, nor ever will
Relive itself with such uncertainty

A dynamo bout
Verse a great white political shark
And a celebrity stricken pair of no-rim glasses
With a mouth that gathers
Up all the crowds

So Ready all the blogs for
An event like this usually
Constitutes the purchasing of a ticket
But not today, my citizen friend, get your
loved ones on speakerphone, a beer and hunker down.

The feature
Presentation
Is about to begin.

all the wrong eggs, all the wrong baskets

shake my hand now
this is the Pittsburg agreement

take down the screens
summer is over

a letter for my leej
A snowshoe

the silver spur
your tongue
in a jar

a hungry drunk's
feast

Skank Sussin'

FREE WILL
DO WHAT YOU FEEL
PAINT THE ICE
FOR THE NEXT BONSPIEL
M.Q. INC.
DONE THE NEW DRUG DEAL
PREGNANCY PINK
ABORTION TEAL
FLENSING A WALRUS
FLEECING A SEAL
DONT ADULTER
SHO' DO STEAL

Bill Murray?

Got a MinQ coat,
an I got this miniquote
bout a kid who hates his kids
well they haven't even used protection
so they sit in space
they dwell in wombs

and so the revolution says

"Mark the words, of our holy savior
watch the wills of the everday
gospel soldiers."

Like I believe in death
A believer asks

"It's all regional?"

"Yeah,
It is a fact."

Heavy reality
A reporter gathering it all up
A doctor of journalism
Has no borders


The final concrete slab
On a tortured chest
A shelf of destruction
And all the gifts those privates gave
Pulled down.

I'm too young too die for a cause
And you're too free
To be loving me
I don't need one thousand sweet excuses
Confetti - be released

Gilbert Plains is now hiring
A turn-key
My swelling heart
Your dirty hands
Bibles lodged in desert sands

And all the furs
The five dollars
You don't owe to anyone
In some pocket at Salvation army
The mouse is asleep
And sighing in my lap.

A Proper Conclusion to a Paper on Radical Individualism

"So If Pilgrim’s Progress demonstrates
The self-righteous plight of everyman,
Then who,
And what,
Am I"
My mouth questions quietly
Amidst the leaves falling

The reality of an Indian
Summer sun setting

"Watch as I paint
With every color
Of the breeze"
I’m crying
Atop my sick
And diseased
City on a landfill