One summer started marching to a new beat. Drummer sweat out old toxins under Tennessee heat. Just out of reach was a platform with slightly more integrity than the marshlands of tar sands parsed out while they were under me. Fumbling with a reversed IQ like all the simpletons who tried to teach me in high school. I live by my rules: sly tools and kaiju, pay no attention to the window bars we pry through. We're grit and gruel and better with pog slammers than the next guy. So take your order with fresh fries - or are those death sticks? My bad, my stash got mixed in with the menu when I ate enough fungi, thought my basement was the venue. Fucking grey alien suction. Plan 9 in the trapper keeper, under my tongue a subtle alphabet sleeper. Slumber like the guns, treat meat like blood diamonds, Simon said "dilate pupils" like Dubai islands. Defy wine and dine-in's, that white tablecloth was a hurtle I hadn't readied for and now I'm taking off like a snake in the trough who got his fill. Watch digestion of the itis on the top dollar bill. Slob follows thrill with his remote rested on beer gut, transfixed on local news cause he's a vetted fear slut. And his own number one fan - got the tattoo to prove it. Move or lose, there's no time to be congruent. So I stay fluent. Rock this shit with Minivan. Let Vanna White twist my words with reiki anagrams. Planning with mana hands, ready to play my part in this motherfucking one in a million shot in the dark.
Chillin with 'cid kids like pyros on a singe binge, full muscle mass dobermans in a world of min pins. Gen X. Sin? Sex, drugs, money, gluttony. Then they passed it on to mastodons of infinite punditry. Or so they think. Blink and it's 86'd. I mix bottle rocket fixtures cause I know the treat's the trick. Street may leads to sticks, but the beatniks rustle up an anthem, tussle with the bustle of the inner city tantrum. Yellow cab parking lot. Mellow sap snarking crop. Almond eyes harmonize and drop the lies of all who stop. A mop of tentacles flopping at battle bot flat tops, while HAZMAT teams scan for has that's and has nots. They all stack like fat cats and tupperware and all give off a glare like Edgar's late supper stare. Muppets shlep kegs like baggage claim champions, chirping in strange bursts, language on Ambien. Nonsensical TED talk with a side of tinfoil lectures sidle by the auction of a swath of precious hectares. "We'll use it nose-to-tail" - too late, nature trumped you years ago and nurture did nothing but stuffing you head-to-toe full of bullshit meant to wash away instinct, your drive to survive, and your brainwave ten speed. Mend me, stitches or gauze, take your pick, this slippery slope has grown slick with an angry god's spit. End the ritual, eject algae residual, his pond scum friends make the swimming hole miserable. Sinister minister overlord warns warmly, so I pocket my hands and hit the door stormy. If you call me crazy I probably won't argue cause I'm drugged, plugged in, a dome spinning Artoo. Ready to hack this shit with chemicals, all hands on deck, prep your caterpillar bodies for the final head check.
