minimal subliminal...

projecting images and thoughts
upon an unsuspecting greater glob of automa-tots
spreading the numb and void gaps
in and around a particular synapse
the one that makes you yield and bend
to the agenda of which there never is an end
and now the once standard six hour a day precision
no longer can be attributed to the medium of television
where will they now feed us multitudes of manipulation?
plug and play advertisements infused in modes of transportation?
pillows that reverberate a happy buy signal as we sleep?
with interest rates so low everything is really cheap
maybe ipods can trigger a buy
while the anarchistic anti-capitalistic punk beats cry
oh thy foulest of predatory zeal
its no wonder your wares are better to steal
and as I ooze such loathing and hate
me thinks the local wal-mart opens at eight

gaps

A tendon detaches
a joint freezes and a limb locks
and all of a sudden you cannot reach
and all of a sudden you cannot pull
and all of a sudden you cannot push
and the wage entity says its not their fault
and the short term disability entity says its not their fault
and the people who determine whose fault it is are having definitive issues
and the keepers of the great $460 a week security blanket say you aren’t eligible
because the fault determiners are involved
and the short term disability entity says us too
but the fault determiners say that ain’t right
and they will make it okay as soon as undefined issues are defined
and in the meanwhile the rest of the great 8 are making life easier on their constituents
because healthcare is everywhere in their lair
and no one goes neglected even if they are rejected
but we are different over here
because you can’t say fuck
but you can be fucked

prohibition...

a humble abode with tuscany charm
and bottles that clink when trains rumble by
no harm comes to those who pass
and yet inward the owner sighs
because he’s not allowed to do this or that
and the distribution authority only permits
that which the politicians have been paid to pronounce
what is drinkable
where
when
and hence the owner sighs
because he hopes before he dies
he can sell anything that is fermented
with a complimentary cuban cigar
and a bong hit for the road

attitude problem

there are vacancies at the inn
a porch light is on and nobody is home
agendas arrogantly push past reason
we are us and you are not
leverages apply

institutional feeding frenzies
we eat our young
we eat our old
we get residuals
don’t ask permission
beg forgiveness only after we get caught
the god given master plan is intact

casualties of war
casualties of agenda
one loses an arm
one loses a false livelihood
one gains fame and fortune
one rejects the format and molds a different realty
one steps out of the sandbox and takes his tonka with him
which one

word is given
assumptions scattered on the floor like tossed socks
forgiveness is offered though difficult
for the moment the effort is as good as it gets
the local authority is perplexed and informs his boss