IN DIFFERENT PLACES


In the hospital
As you lay dying
You see the dark shadows
Coming to claim you
As their trophy

In your car
As you wait dying
You see the faces
Of the onlookers
Making of you
A free horror show

In your mind
You are unable to stop those thoughts
That make you think
The unthinkable
The inevitable

BREAKFAST


I like to imagine myself
As some kind of superhero
As I cook pork

This invisible mirror
Gets even clearer
When the kids say

Dad
That aroma
That is very good
What are we eating Dad?

I like to imagine myself
As a 21 century crusader
As I crack eggs
On the side of the frying pan

Thinking I am breaking the balls
Of wicked villains
To eventually be placed together
With the burning swine

MACHETE


The kid wants to play
Thinking he’s an explorer

Conquering new lands
Cutting the brush
That is on his way

Opening his path towards
A world full
Of adventure

He wants to cut the stem
He wants to see
What waits for him
On the other side of the grass
On the other side
Of his comprehensive blade

UNTIL THE EARTH SHAKES AGAIN


Until the ground I am stepping on
Moves under me
Forcing me to dance with it
Making 4’s all over the floor
All over the world

2’s everywhere
Adding up
Watching the demolition
Of aluminum caves

The woman pulling the hair
Of the girl
The man piercing the refrigerator
With heavy metal spear

The aftermath is on the dirt
Ready to be picked up by the wind
And thrust everywhere
Just like shrapnel

SMALL HUNTING


The ship is a witness
As it sits on the night
On the darkness of the Pacific

During the daytime
The leaves fly
Like Lear Jets

During the nighttime
The lights hover
Above the sea

Turning on & off
Competing with the stars
And the high beams of automobiles

The fawn runs
The marathon of her life
On a carpet of dried grass

TOO MUCH


Too much information
Is good
Is bad
Is stupid
Is first class

It is everything you want it to be
It is everything you don’t want it to be
It is not too much wisdom
It is a lot of nonsense

It is just information with oo's and a T

It is the manufacturing of data
It is only lies with funky English
It is what it is
It is what it never was

HISTORY


History is a deceptive word
It conveys the wrong state of mind

Something to take to bed
To help you sleep

It doesn’t suppose to thrill you
But sometimes it does

It should help you rest
But sometimes keeps you awake

History is best
When you write it
As you read it

When you make it
As you wish it