codeine & contac ( stressed & congested, still... )
* The deflections and distractions are swept into the corner pocket of the nine-ball, role call and response docket. *
tunes are playing for those pocketed with hemlocked recipes unfit for humans, filed under “YOU don’t get to tune in” here at the feet of the cosmic seat where flutes are piffling, trumpets bleating, men-o’-war in work-study meeting & competing for that which should bear no deleting. *
whipping up their custards of humble pie served to us diners in greasy dens who didn’t pass the muster - why? because our heads are still reined-in by saviors singing & phrases pinging from head spaces of mental cases - influential changelings;
their party sickles dangling across the board= walking it through, to hoard all genuine articles at any cost (cutting) or head butting. *
we’ll have to resign to be assigned a reservation at the testing station, to wait and cogitate on our role as the cog-au-vin plate served up daily by the billions, twerking, slaving at the privilege of the millioned:
collecting, disrespecting, self-protecting, world-neglecting, claiming godhood while genuflecting, to baal-istical statistics & paramilitary mystics hiding lipstick. *
when will we come to realize & gaze at the writing on the wide-eyed wally of the airwaves of weebling wobblng people falling down blind alleyways like sheeple, going where you lead em, as long as they don't know you’ll feed em into the slaughterhousing five-point-a-gon & on & on & on & on... beat don’t stop 'til they say it’s done; but the battles always seem to go on & on maybe cause they can’t be won - dimensional, two-dimensional, three-dimensional, four - sick and tired of all mention of another sick & tiring war. *
5/14 - 5/26 - lebuc - codeine & contac ( stressed & congested, still...)
