These music box eardrum headaches,  
through all the allegorical deprivations
where are all those sanguine hopes
I have been so majestically dreaming of?
six pack brewery nightmares
and angular weekends with the rubbish
streaming from the human sea.
life in lover's steamy lace
we embrace with sharks for neighbors.

Watch the screens, the screens
we are surrounded by them.
telepathic arrays of delight,
the tubes the relentless
iridescent tubes.
alive with electronic pale consciousness
a kind that can not die
even when the power dies.
the electronic jesus will rise from the ashes
adorned in silicone with a whiz bang bible.

We take on acquisition and
fill the citadels with scum and poison,
pump it into the water and fill the air.
preserving our bodies for a millennia of sleep.
let us not consider the meaning of the deeds.
politicians will sooth us with their holographic lies.
productivity may kill us, but
it will also fill us with a pale euphoria.

The memories of fort apache
the smoldering past,
genocide of a race of a way of seeing
of a texture of dreaming.
what is left lies smoldering
in a desert of gin mills at the frontier.

Judas goats disguised as midwestern bankers lead us,
the interminable army of sheep.
short winded capitalist climb upward
on the slime they exude like spiders.

The old in nursing homes,
the demented,
the sick and the dying
are vehicles for profit.
profit,
everything turns on its wheel
in its light everything congeals
it its darkness everything withers.
in its purpose even the sun is extinguished.