Banalicide

Your anecdote graveyard
I piss on the earth
Wank on the headstones
Puke on your work

Ornate solemn tombs
House rotting-out words
I shit in the keyholes
With fecal reserve

Cremation deserved
Your boring old coffins
Encrypting the marrow
The bones never burn

Clown

Burning turd facelift
And metal chain halo
Crown heaving tits
Sweating, I grip

Stare at the face
Shout in the mouth
Climactic disgust
Showering down

Undercarriage drips
Onto powder burn heels

Screaming out loud

Look at me now

Dolly

Hello Dolly
Forgotten your name
Emptied the space
To splatter your face
Covered in shame

Speak to me Dolly
What do you do?
Forgotten already
Shaking your hand
Raking your clothes
Waking in strands

Goodbye Dolly
Purpose is served
No tongue for your words
I would never have heard
With porcelain ears
And cranial dome
Ventriloquist's urge
The echo returned

Saddle

Square wheel
Loaded bones
Shotgun marrow
Barrel blown

Painted road
Bloodshot snow
Oil spit
Fluids low

Lights blue
Darkness true
Ammo dump
Melting glue

Delay

In between everything
Lost eyes
Seeing doesn't hear
Broken lives

Tactile lies
Pleasing to the touch
Eggshell fingers
No print survives

Reach out
Or reach in
To hollow bodies
And solid choice

Pale wind
Weak heart
Broken lives
Won't start

What's left of yourself to be seen?

Follow the wind if you want to see where it blows
Wallow in sin if you find that's where it goes
Poison the stream if you want to see how it flows
Torture your soul if you want to see what it knows

Under the skin is the secret of things
The key to the lock is the knife you must bring
If you want answers you must answer to pain
Question the questions that hurt everytime they change

You must suffer if you want to free
What's left of yourself to be seen
You must suffer if you want to see
What it means

Carve through the skin if you want to see where it leads
Starve out the heart if you can't find where it beats
Open the veins if you want to see what it needs
Leave it to die if you find it doesn't bleed

Under the skin is the secret of things
The key to the lock is the knife you must bring
If you want answers you must answer to pain
Question the questions that hurt everytime they change

You must suffer if you want to free
What's left of yourself to be seen
You must suffer if you want to free
What's left of yourself to be seen
You must suffer if you want to see
What it means

Amy

it was cold. february.
we walked two blocks away.
The mountain's cold dark face stared down at two tiny silhouettes
together in the soft halo of a lone suburban streetlamp by the lakeside.
cold hands shivered backs underneath borrowed sweaters.
we didn't notice the weather.
bare cement smothered in a snow storm.

we walked two blocks away
only to return.
it was cold, after all. february.
but inside
at least for a while
it was warm.

Can Surveillance Detect a Bitter Heart?

If today you wake up and you think of a new direction
Don't ask questions before you slam the door
'Cause lately I don't know what you've been staying for
I get my needs through synthetic and plasma screens

We used to stay up late, dream of hover cars and new machines
Now I've got cameras that know where you've been
I don't know this person next to me
You're late for work and your boss knows just where you are

I don't think I could ever tell (I hope you never will)
I wouldn't even know how (I hope you never can)
Just be my easy answer (I knew I should have turned)
Just be my easy way out (I knew I should have ran)

And when you go out;
She's pneumatic, she's my everything
Plastics can't let me me down
Cameras will never leave
If my heart should feel no guilt then is this really happening to me?

Is there love where you go?
Once I cared, now I don't want to know
And when you sleep with her you sleep alone
You're later again, I'm already gone
You're already falling apart

AG-TC

When the frame is creaking
When the field is fallow
When the tin is empty
With nothing left to borrow

Walk ‘round the corner
Trace ‘round the bend
To the store that’s selling
Tomorrow’s never end

When the pill is taken
With gasp and sigh
Life’s lease re-written
With a new way to die

Pho Sparta!
Smorgasbord of customs meets market economy
A real hand (of progress) to mouth (of saleability) operation, kiddo
We'll assimilate your culture
As long as it's tasty enough


Streaming For Vengeance
Astride the high seas of broadband
Mouse clicks like cannonfire
Victimless crime doesn't pay
Unless the wages of sin have become free culture and freer revenge