Can't motherfuck a motherfucker
From the underfunded Klutz
who never undercut the butcher
The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake
is bumping I'm your pusher
Also at your wake
juvenile intruders at the gate
Brooding over waking history
that bubbles from the
blinking twelves
of VCRs and microwaves
Like time machines
for shrinking elders
Rifling through their recipe
carrots onions celery
What unique amalgam
of piss and repugnant energy
Spun him out of the seventies
to beeline for dessert
Fire-eater trying to
keep it on the
green side of the dirt
This is tea-time with the worst
Geriatrics on the
decline of berserk
Back in my day
we were three times more alert
Now I go through my old clothing
trying to find
nostalgic threads to sell
Walk away feeling like
I should have never dressed myself
Sincerely I was never
on the cutting edge
my hand was on the hilt
You're free to build
with the other end
Shriek into the vacuum
if in spite of your accomplishments
you wake up feeling empty
like Houdini's grave probably is
Volley with the quintessential
digital ager
I'm offended by everything
My opinions come
in a manger oh boy
Depreciating since
they drove me off the lot
Still into ghost stories and pot
and the classic coconut bra
Procedural crime drama shows
with holes in the plot
And reminding clones
there's more to coping
than a nose full of snot ah
Old pros throw 'bows
to the eight-oh-eight
You couldn't throw a rope
over a baby gate
Bishop to queen four
in Damn Daniels under ram skulls
Plan for cloudy
with a chance of anvils
Fever dreams of padded cells
and jagged pills in frozen pipes
Socialites from pageant hell
with plastic smiles and robot eyes
I'm hoping you all grow into
the sentience you assume
As your moment of self-reflection
is a moment for me too
Look with the steel chair
sure to serve the veal rare
Brush up your evasion
and basic tactical field care
I was on that constant futile rage
before the internet
I've been ignored for longer
than you've been interested
The posse promise you
nobody feels threatened
by a scarecrow covered in crows
who feel welcomed
That's like hellions thinking
hell is just OK
but needs some polish
It helps to know intimidation's
all about the optics
Come duck a bounty it's a hook
Suffolk County it's a zoo
Puppy chow and bitches brew
it's not exactly chicken soup
It's heavy lifters lifting
it's ginseng on his whistling
It's we don't find
the flippancy convincing
two for flinching
Older yeller never knew
a no-kill shelter
in his doggie days
Now I draw my neighbors over
Kouign-amanns and coffee stains
A walled and whirling urchin
more observant than audacious
I document the great unwashed
and curse in Lithuanian
For a gallery of grifters
channeling Sid's
action figures grafted
with his little sister's
after markers glue and scissors
It's trippy
The truth and fiction
moving to a center
Maybe it's weirder they've never
been photographed together
Sometimes the stomach disappears
from under a retreating lens
and patterns of
a need to please abusive folk
reveal themselves
I'm peeling back the layers
I'm sneaking past the lasers
I'm a lover I'm a fighter
I'm a seed to blackened acres
The dogs I think are following me
home are out to kill me
Your music makes a motherfucker
wanna move to Elm Street
Rejection of the spirit
by the body at your service
If you mess-up every friendship
come get swept up
in the current here
Wheels fall off of cars
when they see him
Seas part green trees
march out of Eden
I'm known to eat the heart
and keep the archery uneven
Are you starting to be
part of the kinesis