sticky stuff...

I applied
filled out the application
submitted the application
asked permission to work
submitted so as to submit
permission asked so as to submit
applied to ask permission
and submitted so I could apply myself
permission needed to circumvent constraints
circumventing constraints needed to apply
when permission is denied I must submit
when I plead I submit
if I beg I submit
if I revolt I stopped submitting
they retaliate
the final leverage is applied
I adhere
then I get stuck
the adhesion was deemed permanent
I was super glued
and then I broke free
and the glue company lost their contract
and I was deemed attitude bad
and leveraged again to submit
permission was not given to test the weld
it was not my place
or the job for which I was hired
testing adhesion is some else's job
I only had permission to adhere
I now am only permitted to wear velcro
I submit

hi life...

dare not you mix that scotch with water
sterling silver heated and applied to cauter-
ize slashes and gashes
what color do you really think you bleed
the hue of horse you rode in on is the only steed you need

are your ceegars all mail ordered
humidity balanced while delicately imported
ring bands stretched with caribbean perceptions distorted

is your grape from the south of france
labels memorized and years enhanced
doing the do-whop to the vintage dance
the good life subscription as such described
fine living network pursuits are prescribed
marvin tells you what should quench your thirst
ratings by parker guarantees you’ll be first

nubile nymphets will dance at your feet
should you not at least deserve a front row seat
is your sign utmost and sublime
fat chance buck-o
the dollar is still in decline

I smoke my ceegars to the bitter end
inhaling all the suffering of tobacco production sin
I chase them down with a virgin dr pepper
I know the end result be not that much better

my wine is quite young
bitter it sits on the end of the tongue
and yet no drop is feared for the sink
a paper cup or bag is from where I drink

many a time I’ve missed the yacht with fewest of fears
the tavern down the street still boasts nightly two for one beers
so here is where sits my particular renaissance
hidden treasures abound with more than a little nuance
I fully understand the six degrees of separation
that’s why you’ll find me smiling behind the bar at libation station

neither here nor there...

here right now
sprinklers are awakening the non-indigenous yard flora as sol begins to envelop the delta with summer hues and warmth…

there right now
like minded soldiers are evicting like minded un-settlers from their humble abodes, which should have never been built in the first place…

here right now
a mass produced legally addictive caffeine product is replacing a natural process where morning is allowed to be whatever it wants to be…

there right now
starving children and their mothers are huddled in a place of less than favorable refuge for fear of rape and dismemberment while wealthy nation leaders debate on how best to get an impossible debt payment in the mail…

here right now
the synapses spark with realization of duties and responsibilities as the paranoia of failure creeps in only to be soothed by a wanting to go out and buy something deserved…

there right now
a school is destroyed and aids runs rampant where a leader sees himself as a black hitler incarnate while the unaffected could care less…

here right now
furry domesticated carnivores await their human attendants to provide for them what they used to be able to get on their own…

there right now
a young techno battle ready soldier fully equipped with maximum efficiency day and night killing devices is about to lose a leg…

here right now
a proposed tax on a fossil fuel byproduct used to propel people to centers of mass consumerism is directly relational to polling numbers concerning the listening public and advertising dollars on conservative talk radio…

jammin...

to use the commercial mechanism’s tools
is not about adding more clutter to what’s already there
we don’t need anymore glossy cool neat shit
to sell an agenda or product
we do need to use the same medium though
to ask pertinent questions
because the mainstream
those most targeted and thus most susceptible
to all that may be subliminal
will be naturally drawn to the art
because they are already programmed
from years of exposure
it’s about what is embedded in the anti-message
what is really going on here
does anybody know
does anybody care

so go-eth the willing...

somebody out there knows what’s good for us
and they know that that we will have to make sacrifices
because it’s good for us
and they know we are potentially expendable for someone’s common good
and they know that someone else is expendable for what is right
and we believe them

because what could we possibly be if we didn’t

so we are willing to sacrifice our health for economic expedience
and we are willing to go to war and watch people being killed
because our suvs need fed
and we are willing to distort the meanings of the greatest experiment on earth
because it interferes with our path to heaven
and we elevate these somebodys
because they told us it was all for our own good

and what could we possibly be if we didn’t

fractual contractual...

normal business hours
minimal purchase required
restrictions apply
closed for the holidays
if you would like to press ‘1’, press ‘1’ now
quantity discounts
penalties apply
additional installation fee
does not include sales tax
if you should you decide…
that which was once yours will soon be ours
we reserve the right
sign and commit
commit and submit
plus shipping and handling

monkey...

the opiate running through the veins
of the sedated conventional
once considered purely denominational
it’s now the marketeering mental environment at the reins
and no pharma dosage can ease the residual pains

focus group analysis
drawing borders creating paralysis
fear and loathing perpetuation
emotional image buy button activation

taking time to stop and think
how deep the corporate syringe must sink
with their sense dulling cocktail mixed anesthetic
you can’t quite put your finger on why you feel so pathetic