Weapons of Mass Distraction

A song submission for a seattle punk band

Brushed past the idle time 

waist deep in IOU's and cab fare

burnt in fluorescent effervescent eye bulbs

tubes glued on the screen

and cones with mismatched colors

that are days old 

unshaved and i don't care

another pass at an attempt 

of a past out tax exempt office 

it's lawless

flawed in how 

we guess between irises

and I buffer along mistakes

in recognition

turn key ignition

we lit as if tonight

was too nautical

fueled by full length

realized gloss

released on the next ep

or maybe even vinyl

lip caught in games that trouble 

the very symptoms of foot-in-mouth-disease

prognosis being final

just a bit worse than gingivitis

we try to invite this,

the remarks

and side comments

 harked while looking downcast 

at the four day forecast

painted in a future that is yet to come. 

Let me broaden this message

full signal wifi

that clicks on to clicked people

connecting bereft

dis-shelved personalities

unlike books or routines 

vibrant like magazines:

short words they're digest-able

condensed past the point of water-down soup

cooped and couched in an uncouth

aging  youth

that looks shiny in a flash-bang

stunned-- hand Grenada it's childhood

or what's left

can't promise much

There's rent to pay