Kickstart

Just trying to make myself write through the fog. Love it or shove it.

Society; a sacrifice,

Leave the animal outside.

Ride the techno-spiritual

Reroute of all you were.

Drink pink umbrella remnants

Of your whiskey gunshot past,

Ask the television what you need,

Ask the computer how to get it,

And you’ll slide into your niche

Like shared needles into veins.

 

The infection’s on!

Catch the fever!

Melt sugary gods

on silver spoons.

 

Intelligence; a black ice road,

Slide the sideways road to Maybe.

Sell enough s**t to the lipstick worms

To kiss your rabbit foot.

Convince your reptilian blood

That warmth and kindness heals.

Kill everything that’s different.

Steal anything you see.

You deserve to be as happy

As a cannibal in a morgue buffet.

 

Infection’s on!

Catch the fever!

Melt sugary gods

On silver spoons.

 

Execute and fiddle

While the ant farm churns.

Execute and fiddle

While the empire burns.

Stab the evil eye peeping

From the timeline’s womb,

Spread your pretty make up

On this planet-sized tomb.

Only rhyme enough

to spike the punch.

 

Pull the headshot trigger on a hunch.