While the whale songs get sadder and sadder,
While snakefinger Hollywood operatives
teach us to look outside ourselves for superheroes
instead of behind our own eyes,
While canned laughter pours from screens
and forms whispering clouds over our heads
which assure us that we have never been divine,
While the pop songs
One rebel made dissident mini-zines in his parents' basement,
and left them in laundromats, buses and trains.One rebel attended antiwar demonstrations for decades,
getting arrested eleven times.One rebel carried a sharpie with him everywhere
and wrote "the tv is lying to you" in bathroom stalls.One rebel left the
The network censors have pixelated your heart chakra
and placed a thick black stripe over your third eye.Agent Smith bats dangle from the inside of your skull, saying
"You are finite, Mister Anderson,
and the world is exactly as it seems."Milky-eyed smog clones form long lines waiting
Okay, fine then.
Pretend that you don't see the the flower in my hair
or the fact that I am wearing my favorite tutu.
I will pretend that I don't notice the tired sadness behind your chipper greeting
and the tattooed Leonard Cohen lyrics that are peeking out your
Some babies come squirting out of their mothers
and dress up like preachers and gurus.
"Follow me," say the babies.
"I know what's going on."Some babies dress up like soldiers
and learn how to kill other babies for crude oil.Other babies dress up like addicts, saying
"I just got here
In the suburbs they build fences and mow lawns
and do bestial things to each other behind closed doors
and behind closed lips.Jam-faced children press buttons and scream at blaring screens
while wives surrender to unwashed husbands with horrible hands
and then carve off pieces of themselves in the
I marvel at the way elderly couples can walk together with such delicateness that it's like they're holding the fate of the world in their hands, even though they know their connection is about to end.I marvel at the tiny salty thunderstorm of miso in
First there was nothing, then there was everything, because nothing was really, really boring. Nothing was so boring that it created everything just to have something to look at.
Stardust grew mouths and genitalia and it’s been a hot screaming mess ever since. DNA squirts across
You have got to be out of your mind.
You’ve got to be crazy enough to slap aside the hand that is offering you the Kool-Aid.
You’ve got to be mad enough to call it a spade when everyone else is calling it a sunflower.
You’ve got to
Scottish scientist Robert Ogilvie Crombie feared succumbing to habit and walking through life in a trance, so he devised exercises for himself which forced him to do things in an un-habitual way throughout the day like performing all tasks with a different hand.When having difficulty