Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Mechanical Skull

My Mechanical Skull

Thoughts grind teeth

climate and elevated gears

My fatal ribs

gasp through black lung

Scraped feathers are modern

pilots hatching

In my skies

convict the hollow

troops drowning

with gifted dawn

Each wearing their crooked knuckles,

warm winters and cardigans

useless grass and truthful material

breathe within

the clutches.

I hate you with every supply left ethical

The shape of my nesting wing lacerated

fleeting blood and a smoking farewell

Silent guns of a strategic home

make believe an overthrow

dust, from peaceful stomachs

Order with burning

air climbing walls

love will rot

my gut

Pollution in words

spreading through chimneys

unfiltered truth. Hell is a napsack

on genocide shoulders

Television witchhunts, wiretapping broadcasts

the genes of entitlement open...

unlike the parachute you so elegantly packed

Limbs have broken

Indiginous fingers

grasping for the feelings

in my fingertips

Abstract steps cling

to the heartless, “carve the maps”

let the shoestring cities untie

our consciousness

We will trip over arcades and decades and parking lots

balancing whispers

with diligent devotion

seems amusing at best

But with highspeed humans and industrialized conductors

with Satan and money

and our godly



the brutal science

of chaos





"A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education." -- George Bernard Shaw